CHAPTER XXIII
AVENGING WINGS
Soon after Don flew away with his younger chum, Garry was rejoined by the control assistant. They sat talking for some time: then, as Garry’s frequent trips to the balcony became noticeable, the man asked their reason and Garry explained their intention.
While he finished his story, the control chief, Vance, with Doc Morgan, came out from town, in the former’s car: soon afterward Mr. McLeod drove back from his trip with the mail.
The airport executive was in high spirits. When, however, Garry detailed his story, the face of Don’s uncle took on a serious look.
“Don knows nothing about helicopters,” he declared. “Besides, this isn’t the way to accomplish results. I have detectives watching. If you had given them all this information it would have been better than for Don to try to ‘show up’ the trick. That warns the real perpetrator, puts him on his guard. The detectives could probably have caught him.”
“That wasn’t the worst feature,” the control chief volunteered.
“The mail ’bus is due in half an hour,” he declared. “Suppose that hair-brained nephew of yours decides to ‘put on his act’ just as it is coming in?”
Startled, Garry saw the force of the argument.
“Don is going to have the helicopter over the airport till he gets a signal and gives one,” he asserted. “I’ll signal him to come down, to give up the idea.”
Then, as another thought came to him, he added: