matter-of-fact tone. "We have found blood the best in our business.
You have made good, Dashaway."

"Thank you, sir."

"Mr. King said you were the most promising aviator in the field."

"Oh, he is always saying something good about me."

"You proved it in your ideal work with the Baby Racer."

"Who wouldn't, with any pride and that perfect machine?" challenged
Dave.

"That dash of yours after that Lyon order when you outwitted the
Star people was simply brilliant. It showed your loyalty to us.
The newspapers have given your hydroplane work so far the biggest
kind of a send off."

Dave was silent. He looked modest and embarrassed at all this
praise. He could not, however, feel otherwise than pleased at all
these eulogies bestowed upon him.

"The Drifter has got to be found," resumed the manager. "It is our
first perfected model, and we can hardly build its counterpart in
time for full seasonal exhibitions. We think you are the man to
find it, Dashaway."

"Oh, Mr. Randolph," said Dave with a slight start.