“Well, I guess it had to come out some time,” he admitted and Rand introduced him as Tiny Adams, his manager of the air circus.
“Tiny runs the show when I go gallivanting around on some fool stunt,” explained Rand.
Even at that early hour the crowd was gathering at Sandy Point. Motor boats were whisking down the lake from Rolfe and the beautiful beach was thick with bathers in for a morning dip in the clear waters of the lake.
They hurried off the boat dock and pushed their way through the crowd along the lake shore.
“I’m going to the hotel and telephone my story to the Associated Press,” said Helen. “And thanks so much, Mr. Rand, for confirming it.”
“That’s all right,” grinned the famous flyer. “I guess you youngsters deserve the break. You certainly were after the news and I appreciate you’re keeping quiet about my accident.”
“We’ll have to print it in our weekly,” warned Tom.
“Oh, that’s all right,” said Rand. “The celebration will be over long before your paper comes out. See you at the field later,” he added as he hurried away, followed by the manager of the air circus.
Helen stood for a moment looking after the tall flyer as he edged his way through the ever-increasing crowd.
“Isn’t he handsome?” sighed Margaret.