"That's stale news," interrupted the lieutenant, sitting back in his saddle and taking Matt's sizing at his leisure.
"Well," went on the king of the motor boys, "I've come to Totten to try out the aëroplane for the government."
"You?" The lieutenant laughed. "Why, my lad, the machine will do for you just as it did for Traquair. Who are you?"
"Matt King."
The lieutenant almost fell out of his saddle.
"Not Motor Matt?" he asked.
"That's what I'm called more often than anything else."
"Well, this certainly takes the cake!" muttered the lieutenant, pulling at his mustache. "My name's Cameron, and I'm a lieutenant in the signal corps. By a coincidence, I'm here to watch the trials of the aëroplane for the government."
"Where does the coincidence come in, lieutenant?" asked Matt.
"Do you remember a young fellow called Ensign Glennie?"