yesterday."

All hands were in fine high spirits. It was several days after the
wild night race Dave and Hiram had made to Kewaukee. Now the entire
party were on their way to the borders of the lake, where the new
hydroplane made by the Interstate Aviation Company was ready for a
trial trip. Grimshaw knew little of hydroplanes, and the
Interstate people had sent an expert demonstrator to the spot to
teach their young exhibitor the ropes. Dave had been constantly
under this man's tuition.

It was far more easy, he had learned, to acquire a thorough
knowledge, of how to run a hydroplane than to operate a monoplane.
It was simpler, and besides that his experience with an airship
helped wonderfully.

Dave was winning golden opinions from his employers. The way in
which he had dosed the Kewaukee contract had pleased them immensely.
There was another end to the Kewaukee episode that had brought heaps
of satisfaction to all of them, especially to Hiram Dobbs.

The Baby Racer had been quickly repaired at Kewaukee, and had made a
speedy return trip to Columbus. Somehow the story of how the
Interstate people had outwitted the plots of the Star crowd had
gotten noised around the meet. Then a class journal devoted to
aeronautics printed the story.

"Well," Hiram had come to Mr. King's hangar that morning to say,
"the Dawson crowd are simply squelched. I met Jerry Dawson and his
father. You ought to see the looks they gave me when I just grinned