DAVE DASHAWAY AND HIS HYDROPLANE

Or Daring Adventures Over The Great Lakes

By Roy Rockwood




CHAPTER I

THE YOUNG AVIATOR


"Telegram, sir."

"Who for?"

"Dave Dashaway."

"I'll take it."

The messenger boy who had just entered the hangar of the great prize
monoplane of the aero meet at Columbus, stared wonderingly about him
while the man in charge of the place receipted for the telegram.

The lad had never been in so queer a place before. He was a lively,
active city boy, but the closest he had ever seen an airship was a
distance away and five hundred feet up in the air. Now, with big
wonder eyes he stared at the strange appearing machine. His fingers