Another day saw the Humming-Bird almost in shape again, and Tom was preparing for a tryout of the engine.
Mr. Damon had gone over to the committee headquarters to consult with Mr. Sharp about the steps necessary for Tom to take in case Andy did attempt to enter a craft that infringed on the ideas of the young inventor, and on his way back he saw a newly-erected tent. There was a young man standing in the entrance, at the sight of whom the eccentric man murmured:
"Bless my skate-strap! His face looks very familiar!"
The youth disappeared inside the tent suddenly, and, as Mr. Damon came opposite the canvas shelter, he started in surprise.
For, on a strip of muslin which was across the tent, painted in gay colors, were the words:
THE FOGER AEROPLANE
"Bless my elevation rudder!" cried Mr. Damon. "Andy's here at last! I must tell Tom!"