"I'm paying you five hundred a week for the stunt you pull off with the flying machine, ain't I?" he demanded harshly.
"You are," was the young motorist's calm response.
"And I'm giving the fifty on top of that for taking the girl up with you?"
"That was your proposition."
"And you agreed to it?"
"That was before I knew Haidee was afflicted in this way, Burton."
"Bosh!" scoffed the showman. "The thing has got on your nerves."
"So it has," acknowledged Matt. "I'm not going to place Haidee in any danger, if I can help it."
"And that shot goes as it lays, Burton," spoke up McGlory, who had been taking a deep interest in the talk. "If you think Motor Matt is going to risk the girl's neck, or his own, for a little fifty a week, you've got another guess coming."
Boss Burton had set his heart on that trapeze act. It was a decided novelty, and he could not cut it out of his calculations.