CHAPTER XVII

ON THE WING


Hiram stared his hardest at the stranger, Dave's eyes quickened with
sudden intelligence. Almost in a flash he took in the situation.

"You just mentioned a name," he said. "I would like to mention
another one."

"All right, what?"

"James Price."

"Hello!"

The stranger looked flabbergasted, as the saying goes. He furrowed
his brow as if puzzled.

"You have made a mistake," continued Dave. "You think one of us two
is Jerry Dawson."

"I did think it, yes," admitted the man, a trifle less self assured
than at first.

"Wrong."