"Mister," spoke out Hiram, "we just landed in the biplane, the Baby
Racer. If you don't believe me, come to the shavings pile yonder
and we'll show you the machine, and thank you for having it there,
for if you hadn't I guess we'd have needed an ambulance."

The watchman looked incredulous. He followed Dave and Hiram,
however, as they led the way back to the heap of shavings. One wing
of the biplane stuck up in the air and he made it out.

"This is queer," he observed. "You say it's an airship?"

"Yes, sir," nodded Hiram.

"We had to make a hurried night journey from Columbus," explained
Dave. "There were no trains, and we came with the biplane."

"Well, well, well," commented the watchman. He had heard of
Columbus and the aero meet there, and began to understand matters.

"You see," spoke Hiram, "we can't land everywhere, or we'd have to
settle some damage suits."

"I will be glad to pay you for letting us leave the machine here
till after daylight, and watch it to see no harm comes to it,"
proposed Dave.

"Why, we'll do that," assented the watchman. "You look like two
decent young fellows, and I'm sure the company won't object to
letting your airship stay up there for a few hours."