“I’m very glad you have,” responded Dave heartily.
Hiram did not wait for any further talk. He started on a mad dash for the other end of the grounds. A man was coming around the corner of the little building, and Hiram very nearly ran into him. Dave had got up from the bench to venture upon seeing Mr. King, when the newcomer preceded him through the doorway. Dave considered that he was entitled to the next interview with the airman. The latest arrival, however, was so forcible and precipitate that Dave patiently resigned his chance.
The newcomer was very much excited. He was an old man, smart looking, but very fat and fussy. Dave heard him break out in a stirring tone with the words:
“It’s come, Mr. King.”
“Oh, you mean—ah, yes,” replied the airman, “your parachute suit?”
“Yes, a perfect full-sized one. See here, you know what I want. You said you were very much interested in my patent.”
“That’s the truth, Mr. Dixon.”
“And that you would give it a trial.”
“I will, later. See here, my friend, I am engaged all day to-day.”
“Why, the meet is over?”