Kewaukee."

"All right, show them up," directed the colonel briskly.

Dave did so. Hiram sat regarding his friend, with undisguised
admiration, as for one half, hour Dave went over papers, explaining
the merits of the Interstate biplane with all the clearness and
ability of a born salesman.

"You'll do," pronounced the showman with an expansive smile, as
Dave concluded. "That's the contract, is it?"

"Yes, sir," and Dave handed the showman the paper in question.

"All right, I'll just go to the library and sign it."

"Dave," whispered Hiram in a triumphant chuckle, as Colonel Lyon
left the room. "Great!"

Dave returned a pleased smile. He suppressed partly the great
satisfaction he felt.

"You see," remarked the showman, returning in a few minutes and
handing the signed contract to Dave, "I favored your machines from
the start. It must be a good machine, to make ninety miles on a
night like last night. Now then, young gentlemen, I've ordered an
early breakfast, and I want you to join me at the meal."

There was no gainsaying the hearty, imperious old fellow. The boys
felt first class as they finished a repast that sent them on their