“What’s that?” broke in Mr. King, in his quick, jerky way. “No, you can’t have him.”
“Eh?” questioned Alden, with a stare, “why not?”
“Because I’m thinking of hiring him myself,” replied the aviator.
CHAPTER XIII
A START IN BUSINESS
Dave Dashaway trembled with excitement and pleasure. He was proud and glad the way things had turned out. The aviator noticed the happy look on his face, and nodded encouragingly.
“All right,” spoke Mr. Alden. “I see you’ve got first show. Trouble is, our man we depended on, a fellow named Banks, failed us yesterday, and I guess he won’t show up in time for the airship pictures. He is the only one in our crowd who will do what we call the desperate stunts.”
“What do you call those?” inquired the airman.
“Oh, Banks is a regular acrobat. He’s the man who falls down stairs and gets knocked around in the funny pictures, and jumps from the seaside cliff or is blown up by dynamite in the tragic ones.”