them if necessary to reach, him at the Northern Hotel.

Dave went to the hotel and made arrangement with the clerk as to
mail and telegrams. He decided to remain in the vicinity of Ironton
till he got in touch with the revenue officer's agent there. He was
just leaving the hotel when one placed a hand on his shoulder, with
the friendly words:

"Why, hello, Dashaway."

Dave turned quickly, startled for a moment. Then his face broke
into smiles of warm welcome.

"Mr. Alden," he said, and returned the friendly hand clasp of his
companion.

The chance meeting took Dave's mind back instantly to a most
pleasant period of his experience since leaving his guardian's home
at Brookville.

It was Mr. Alden, the moving picture man, who had given Dave what
might be called his first start in business life. Dave had posed
for the "movies," and later he and Mr. King had taken a prominent
part in some motion pictures bringing in the monoplane, the Aegis.

"I didn't expect to see you way up here, Dashaway," spoke Mr. Alden.
"How are you getting along?"

"First class, thanks to the friendly help you gave me in the first
place," responded the young aviator.