“I see.”
“Now, like yesterday. The hero had to rescue the drowning heroine in the roaring mill stream. Our young friend here happened along in the nick of time, and did the stunt nobly. None of the rest of the crowd could even swim—this young fellow can, like a fish.”
“And now you expect him to fly?”
“Hardly that,” was the laughing rejoinder, “but in your exhibition we want to bring in the usual little incidents to make an interesting story, you know, and Getaway here——”
“You mean Dashaway.”
“Yes, he could work in famously.”
“Well, we will see about it,” said Mr. King. “How would you want to begin the pictures?”
“The outfit will be here inside of an hour.”
“I will be on hand,” promised the aviator. “Come with me, Dashaway. I want to get that telegram to the city.”
Dave felt as if he was treading on air. It was in fact the supreme moment of his young life. He did not feel that he had done any grand things, but telling the truth and doing his level best had put him in line with very promising prospects.