CHAPTER XXIII

A NOBLE DEED

Whatever the “light” was that Hiram Dobbs saw, he did not share the illumination with Bruce. In fact the latter did not expect it, and asked no questions.

So much had happened during the past two weeks that had tested the sense, courage and good judgment of the boys, that they had come to taking things conservatively, no matter what transpired.

Bruce was aware that Hiram attached a great deal of importance to the discovery of the disguised Borden. The mention of the barograph had decidedly stirred Hiram. Why, or wherefore, the young pilot of theScoutdid not just then say. Perhaps outside of a theory he had formed, Hiram could not clearly have told himself. At all events, Bruce was satisfied to wait for further developments at a time when his friend was ready to divulge them.

The long distance flight was on for the next day. It was the big event of the meet, with a large number of entrants, and nothing else much was talked of that evening or the following morning. “Biplane and one passenger,” ran the schedule and Hiram was glad of that.

“It’s a hundred and ten mile flight,” he remarked, “and the winner will come in under two hours.”

“Not with that choppy northwest wind,” reminded Dave. “There is one thing, though: theArielis made for all kinds of weather. It really gives the others a handicap.”

The contestants were fully advised as to the rules of the race. The course was laid along the shore of the lake and described a complete semi-circle seventy miles in length. The turning point was at Grand Bay. All along the course men were posted to watch out for any deviation exceeding two miles from the shore line of the lake. At Grand Bay it was a straight away course back to the International grounds.

TheWhirlwindcame out with Valdec in the seat sneering and arrogant as usual. A youth about the age of Hiram occupied the cockpit. The machines were thus evenly matched. There were eighteen other entrants for the event.

“There’re some pretty good machines in the race, Dave,” his assistant remarked as they awaited the starting signal.

“I see that,” replied the pilot of theAriel. “We mustn’t miss a point, or lose a yard, on turns or drifting. Is everything all right?”

“As right as could be,” answered Hiram buoyantly. “What’s the programme, a rush?”

“Not at the start. We won’t risk any mix up. Let the others, particularly theWhirlwind, catch a gait. Then we’ll strike the higher level and get a clear course, if we’re lucky enough to outdistance the others.”

The start was very fine. It resembled the progress of a flock of birds trying their wings after a rest. Mr. Brackett looked greatly pleased as theArieldid just what it had been built to do—rose lightly, made smooth upward progress and showed itself to be a very superior model of grace and efficiency.

“Oh, dear! over two hours’ blind waiting,” sighed Bruce, as the aerial fleet spread out, and grew less distinct, so that, even with a field glass, it was difficult to distinguish one machine from another.

“There’s a breakdown!” Hiram announced, just as they passed the first observation station on the lake shore.

It was number six, a rather poor craft, and Dave could tell from its maneuvers that some of its gearing had gone wrong.

At the end of fifty miles, Hiram, watching out in every direction, gave a quick cry of satisfaction.

“I’ve counted them,” he told his chum. “The ragtag and bobtail fell out before we got forty miles. There’re two men even with us below, Dave. That one pegging away on the lower level is theWhirlwind.”

“Yes, and doing very finely,” commented Dave. “There’re the smokestacks of Grand Bay ahead.”

“Speed up, Dave,” urged Hiram, his usual excitable nature getting the best of him.

The young aviator did not reply, but all his expert senses were on the alert. So far as he could judge, he had now but three rivals to fear. TheWhirlwindwas in the lead, but not for any great distance and would have to change its level when a turn was due.

Dave had a point in view in first ascertaining the number of his real rivals, and then their possible capabilities in the return flight. The wind had steadily grown stronger with the hours. The lake was rough and muddy, and a cloud film had overspread the sky.

To fly to the best advantage when the turn was made at Grand Bay, Dave saw that a system of tacking and circling would be necessary. TheArielhad been built purposely to meet these exigencies. He doubted if any of the three other machines could go through on any great rate of speed.

“I am sure of one thing,” he reckoned quite confidently; “theArielcan outdo theWhirlwindtwo to one in drifting with the wind at its stern.”

“Dave! I say, Dave!” cried Hiram Dobbs breathlessly. “Here comes theWhirlwind!”

“I see,” answered Dave calmly.

“She’s turning, she’s first in rounding for the home run. Can’t you speed up?”

Dave kept his eye on the machine he regarded as his principal rival. He watched its maneuvering narrowly. TheWhirlwindhad indeed turned, but now it was evident it had to contend with new and more difficult conditions.

“It’s one thing to face the wind, and quite another to run away from it. Watch the control, Hiram,” directed Dave.

“I’ve got both eyes in use,” reported his assistant.

“Now then,” said Dave simply. “Careful!”

He circled the point where a group of men were gathered, one with a white flag in his hand. This individual stood near a score board, and tallied off the machines as they passed.

TheArielmade a sort of leap, as her pilot brought the machine broadside to the fierce breeze. In two minutes the young aviator comprehended, and analyzed, the conditions as would an expert running a yacht.

“A fog is coming up, and it’s misting,” announced Hiram. “We’re not cutting due west, are we?”

“Not on this occasion,” responded Dave coolly. “Hiram, we’ll make time and distance drifting south of the grounds. When we strike the land breeze it will be easier to fight our way back north.”

“You know best, Dave,” said Hiram, and then for a full quarter of an hour nothing further was said. Dave did some fine maneuvering. Hiram followed the signals given him as to the rear control apparatus, a mission that relieved the pilot from a sort of double duty under the present stress.

The muggy air prevented the young airman from making out what had become of theWhirlwindor their trailers. Dave had steadied quite successfully on a lateral course when Hiram leaned over towards him.

“Dave,” he spoke quickly—“to the left, and a little ahead.”

“I see—a craft of some kind on the lake.”

“And a flag of distress—why, look! Dave, they’ve put off a raft, and it’s swamped.”

The young pilot lessened the speed of theAriel. He eased its progress through a sliding drift. This brought them nearer to the craft tossing on the waters below.

“Water-logged and sinking!” exclaimed Hiram excitedly. “Dave, it’s a real peril! See, the ship has no wireless, and their lifeboat is gone. She can’t last long, Dave!”

Dave had turned the head of theArielstraight back landwards. In a flash his assistant understood.

“Top speed for a rescue steamer, or the life-saving service,” announced Dave. His voice was slightly unsteady, for he realized the sacrifice he was about to make. “There’re women and children aboard that boat.”

“Yes, we’ve got to lose the race!” cried Hiram in disappointed tones.

“Better that than forget our humane duty,” responded the young pilot of theAriel, but he said it with a sinking heart.

The wind was now coming by fits and starts, and the sky looked anything but encouraging to the young airmen.

“We’re in for a nasty blow, Dave,” came from Hiram, anxiously.

“Looks that way.”

“It’s bad for that schooner.”

“So it is.”

“Do you think we can get help in time?”

“We’ve got to do it, Hiram. Think of those on board—maybe women and children as well as men!” and our hero shook his head sadly.

“It’s quite a run.”

“I know that as well as you do.”

“And to miss winning that prize——”

“Do you want to win and let those people drown?”

“No, no, never!”

“Then don’t say anything more about that prize.”

“I won’t, Dave. Yes, run for shore, and get help as soon as possible.”

“I’ll do it—and we’ll save those poor people. Hiram, there may be——”

Dave did not have time to finish what he was going to say. A sudden gust of wind had struck the air craft, sending it whirling off its course.

THE HIDDEN DIAMONDS

“Look out, Dave!” shouted his young assistant and, as a snap sounded he shot a quick hand towards the lever operating the rear control mechanism.

“Blade cracked, nothing serious,” instantly announced the pilot of theAriel.

The machine had been hit in turning shorewards with a big wind blast that boomed like a cannon, and bore down upon it heavily. They felt the machine shiver and swerve, and there was some lateral flapping. Dave, however, kept steadily on back over the course he had so recently won.

It took twenty minutes to overlap the shore line. They made out a harbor and upon the pier at its end the flag of the life-saving service.

“You won’t lose time landing, Dave?” spoke Hiram anxiously. “We might catch up yet.”

“Got to land,” reported Dave. “We can’t risk the blade snapping.”

TheArielwas directed across a flat sandy reach near the end of the pier. Dave sprang out instantly and ran towards two men who had watched the descent.

“Schooner in distress,” he announced briskly to the men. “I think she is sinking.”

“Where away?” was inquired.

Dave described the position of the imperiled vessel as best he could. The men ran down the pier. Almost immediately a signal bell tolled, and a steam yacht, and two lifeboats, set out on their mission of rescue.

Dave had hurried back to theAriel. He had the machine overhauled in a trice. One blade was seriously damaged. Those on theArielwere of hard spruce wood, with a filling of mahogany. The lower veneer had stripped off and was dangling.

“It’s a wonder it didn’t strike the tail and cripple us,” observed Dave, as he got out some tools and catgut, and had the defect remedied quickly. “I think that will last.”

A report officer of the service had strolled to the spot, and asked some questions which Dave answered.

“He’s writing down our names,” whispered Hiram to his comrade.

“All ready,” ordered Dave.

“Good luck!” shouted the officer after the ascending machine.

“I suppose it’s hopeless to think that we’re going to even make a showing in this race,” spoke Hiram disconsolately.

“I fancy you are right,” replied Dave as steadily as he could.

Hiram was in suspense and misery. About twenty miles further along they made out one of the laggard airships fighting its way against the wind. From its maneuvers it was easy to surmise that all its pilot was aiming at was to keep out of trouble.

“Out of the race and knows it,” commented Hiram. “I suppose it’s forty points more for theWhirlwind.”

Dave said nothing. He was thinking of the possible disappointment of Mr. Brackett. He speeded theArielto its best pace, but had no hope now of reaching the International grounds first.

Hiram was in great suspense as they came up to the grounds from the south. His eager eyes scanned the center field. Then he fell back in his seat with a groan.

“One in—we’re beaten, Dave,” he almost sobbed. “It’s theWhirlwind.”

They could see the Valdec machine plainly as they descended. There was a crowd around it. Dave landed near the judges’ stand, turned theArielover to two attendants in the employ of their hangar, and went to headquarters to report. Bruce came running up to Hiram with a decidedly long face.

“The blackboard gives the race to Valdec,” he spoke in a subdued tone.

“I guess they’ve won it,” snapped Hiram. “Lording it over all creation, I suppose?”

“They feel pretty flighty,” pronounced Bruce. “I’m dreadfully sorry.”

“Where is Mr. Brackett?” asked Hiram, looking about for their friend and backer.

“Why, he was called to Chicago on business, and had to go. Said he’d be back by evening, though.”

It was with a laggard, disheartened way that Hiram proceeded to the hangar. Dave joined the boys soon after. He tried to act cheerily, but secretly he was quite depressed.

He had done his best. Better than that, he had done just right. Business was business, however. Dave realized how greatly Mr. Brackett counted on theArielcoming out victor and winner of the big prize. It was not so much the amount involved that the manufacturer cared for as a final recognition of the superior qualities of his machine.

“There’s the fancy stunt event left yet,” intimated Hiram after a somewhat gloomy spell of silence.

“Of course we will make a try at that,” declared Dave, briskly. “I can’t think of letting our practicing go for nothing.”

“But fifty and forty make ninety,” grumbled the disconsolate Hiram. “There are only thirty points in the stunt event.”

“Perhaps we can pick up a few points in the last day minor events,” suggested Dave, hopefully.

Hiram would not be comforted. He spent a miserable afternoon. It added to his wretchedness as he wondered what Mr. Brackett would say. Hiram did not regret their action in the instance of the sinking vessel. All the same, their backer had a right to suppose they would have thought of his business interests first.

They came across the manufacturer just as they were going to supper. Hiram looked pretty serious as Mr. Brackett advanced towards them. He was all smiles and animation. He grasped first the hand of Dave, and then that of Hiram.

“Boys,” he said, with a thrill of heartiness in his voice, “I’m proud of you!”

“Why—you see—don’t you know that we lost out on the long distance race?” stammered Hiram.

“The long distance race is entirely secondary to what you two have done,” declared the manufacturer. “I fancy you haven’t seen the city evening paper? Well, there it is.”

Mr. Brackett drew a late edition from his pocket. He shook it open and held it in front of his young friends.

“I’d rather be Dashaway and Dobbs, the way that article tells about them,” said Mr. Brackett, “than win twenty races, and all the prizes going.”

There, sure enough, was glory and honor for the young aviators. A telegram with full details told of “the sure winner of the long distance race” putting back to give warning to save a vessel fast sinking in mid-lake with all on board.

“That’s the kind of advertising that counts!” cried Mr. Brackett, with vim and satisfaction.

“But we’ve lost first place!” mourned Hiram.

“Not in the estimation of the world at large. That will not soon forget theArieland its crew.”

Dave was relieved at the way his backer took the incident. It enhanced his regard and respect for a true friend and a true man a thousand fold.

The following day was to be given over to amateurs, and the exhibition of machines and their utilities. There was no thought in the mind of Dave of giving up the fancy stunt event, even if the grand prize had escaped him.

“I say, Hiram,” suggested Bruce the next morning, “can’t you take me on a little trip this morning? We’ve got nothing much to do to-day except wait for to-morrow.”

“Where do you want to go?” inquired the pilot of theScout.

“Oh, west—in fact, well, Hiram, I’d like to go to Wayville.”

“Hum! same old idea about those diamonds still in your mind; eh?” asked Hiram.

“See here,” replied Bruce eagerly, “I’ve got good reason to believe that the trip is worth making. You’ll see when we get to Wayville. I’d like to have you land right where that diamond robber left theScoutand show me as near as you can the route he took.”

“All right,” assented Hiram. “You won’t rest until you get there, I suppose.”

TheScoutmade a fast trip to Wayville. It was at the same hilly spot where Hiram had parted with his uncomfortable passenger that eventful night that he brought the machine to anchor.

“Here we are,” he announced and he proceeded to describe as best he could the movements of the fugitive after he had left theScout. “That nearest thicket over yonder is the one he dove into first.”

“Come with me, Hiram,” invited his comrade eagerly. “You are sure he went through that thicket? We’ll go, too. Do you see that?” he inquired, as half-way through the densely wooded space they came to an old hut.

“What about it?” asked Hiram.

“Well, that was a favorite hiding place for that man Wertz I’ve told you about, when he wanted to keep out of the way of people hunting for himto call him to account for some of his misdeeds,” explained Bruce. “How well I remember it! Ever since you described the spot, I have wondered if the diamond thief, who was just such a character as Wertz was, didn’t know about it, maybe visited it in trying to escape.”

“Why,” observed Hiram as they came to the front of the rude structure, “that padlock on the door looks rusty enough to have been untouched for ages.”

Bruce tried the door, but nothing less than a crowbar would budge it.

“Aha!” he ejaculated suddenly, “look—the cellar window.”

“Smashed in—I see,” spoke Hiram.

“One pane of glass, yes,” proceeded Bruce excitedly. “And look, too, stains of blood on the fragments of glass and the window frame. Oh, say, I know! There’s a cistern right under that window. I remember it perfectly and—Hiram, help knock out the rest of the window. I’m going to get into the house that way.”

“And drop into a cistern!” railed Hiram.

“It’s an old leaky one and was dry as a bone, I remember, when I was here with Wertz.”

They smashed out the window frame with a piece of plank they found near by. Bruce let himself cautiously backwards through the aperture. Hanging by both hands, he let go.

“It’s all right,” his voice sounded, hollowly. “Throw me down some matches.”

Hiram awaited the next developments with some impatience, and considerable curiosity. Then he saw a hand grasp the inside window frame, then another, and he tugged at the shoulders of his struggling comrade and pulled him up into daylight.

“For gracious sake, where have you been? In some dirty hole, I do declare!” cried Hiram.

“It was dirty, but I don’t care about that,” panted the other youth. “Ouch!” and he proceeded to rub some dirt out of his left eye.

“Shall I help you?” questioned Hiram, anxiously.

“No, it’s out now,” was the answer.

“Good.”

Bruce was covered with dust and cobwebs. He scrambled to his feet breathless, but his eyes were fairly snapping from some intense excitement.

“Where’s your cap?” asked Hiram, noticing that his friend was bareheaded.

“Oh, that’s all safe,—and everything else!” cried Bruce, and he unbuttoned his coat and revealed his cap all wadded up. “Just look at that!” he shouted and he opened the cap. Within it rested a great heap of jewelry, blazing with crystal sparks of radiance.

“The diamonds!” gasped the astounded Hiram.

“I guess so!” answered Bruce. “The bargain with the jeweler was five thousand dollars’ reward. As my partner, Hiram Dobbs, I shall have the pleasure of handing you over just half of it,—two thousand five hundred dollars!”

THE FALSE BAROGRAPH

“He’s a wizard, but——”

The speaker, one of many gathered near the grand stand of the International grounds, paused in the middle of the sentence, and looked significantly at his companion.

“I understand,” agreed the latter. “You want to say that the fellow Valdec is an aviatic contortionist. Whew! there’s a risky turn. And he’s bobbed up all right. There’s not much practicability or science in the stunt, though.”

TheWhirlwindhad gone up third in the last big event of the meet. Valdec had completely overshadowed his previous contestants. There was no doubt as to his agility, daring and complete mastery of his machine at critical junctures. He suggested reckless bravado, and acted like a man not caring one whit for life or limb.

“He’s hair-raising and blood-curdling, and that is all,” declared Hiram. “But——”

“There’s his big stunt—looping the loop!” cried the thrilled and really interested Bruce.

There could not help but be vociferous applause as a result of the marvellous gyrations of Valdec. He was showing off his strongest points. To the lover of sensations they were fascinating. To the real, progressive airman, however, they showed little in the way of grace or real utility.

For all that, the ever observant Hiram looked sober and anxious as Valdec brought theWhirlwindto center field, and was greeted with a real ovation. Dave next received the signal to begin, and theArielarose in the air.

“I’m tingling all over!” declared Hiram.

“Keep your nerves steady,” advised Mr. Brackett, at his side. “Dave will, I am sure.”

“Pretty work, that,” pronounced a bystander, and the staring, gaping Hiram echoed the sentiment enthusiastically.

TheWhirlwindhad been a mad, erratic, dashing creature full of strange turns and jerky movements. Valdec had looped the loop twice, but it was with a dive, rather than a swoop. TheArielproceeded on its course with a gliding movement until about eight hundred feet up in the air. Then the pilot began a spiral. The crowd watched the maneuver breathlessly. There was not a break in the swift, perfect circles, narrowing to a space not three times the length of the biplane.

“Pretty neat, that!” sang out an admiring voice.

“One—two—three” added a strident echo—“he’s discounted the record!”

Three times in succession, far up aloft, theArielhad turned a complete loop-the-loop somersault. So graceful, so easy it seemed to the expert young aviator, that the maneuver was a pleasant contrast to the rapid rush work of the venturesome Valdec.

A roar of commendation arose from the spectators. Not yet, however, had Dave Dashaway won his full laurels. TheArielsailed away from its recent field of action straightaway west. Then, five hundred feet up in the air, within the full view of every person on the ground, distinctly theArielbegan “writing.”

“A-R-I-E-L”—in small letter script; every curve and letter formation could be traced.

The watching crowd went wild with delight. As theArieldescended gracefully to the ground, even the Syndicate crowd themselves knew that the day had gone against them. The judges were of one voice. The official blackboard gave to number five thirty additional points.

“Ten points shy—oh, dear!” lamented Hiram.

“Mr. Dashaway has shown his mettle all the same,” proclaimed Bruce proudly.

“There’s nothing open for theArielclass to-morrow, the last day,” observed Hiram. “I suppose the committee will give out the official award of the big prize this evening.”

“Oh, Hiram! Hiram!” shouted Bruce three hours later, bursting into the hangar where his comrade was writing a letter to some home friends. “You’re to come down to headquarters right away.”

“That so? Who says it?” challenged Hiram in his usual offhand way.

“Mr. Brackett. And Dave. Something’s up. A row, I think.”

“A row? Why? what about?” questioned Hiram, fully interested now.

“About the awards. I don’t know—I just guess. I know this much, for Dave Dashaway told me that. The committee of awards wants all our people, and the Syndicate folks.”

“I’m such a small potato I can’t see why they include me,” observed Hiram. “Unless—thunder! if it’s about——”

“That barograph” he was about to add, but he suppressed the utterance. All the way to the club building, however, there was an excited flush on his cheeks, and he was thinking hard and hopefully.

“Ariel?You’re to go in,” spoke the guard at the door of the committee room—and the boys entered. Hiram was last. He paused for a moment as he passed a man seated somewhat back in the shadow. In an instant he recognized the disguised man of the restaurant.

“Mr. Borden!” he spoke in a whisper. Then he passed on. The tramp artist had placed a warning finger to his lips.

Mr. Brackett and Dave sat slightly back of a table around which were gathered the five official committeemen. Opposite to them were Worthington, Valdec and two others of their crowd. The chairman of the committee took up a bundle of papers and arose to his feet.

“All those interested in the matter under consideration are here, I believe,” he observed. “Mr. Worthington,” he continued, “we have to announce a revision of the unofficial announcement of prizes won.”

“How is that? What do you mean?” flared up the fiery Valdec.

“Just this,” replied the chairman steadily, almost sternly. “The committee has awarded the altitude test to number five.”

“Why! see here!” shouted the choleric Valdec, springing to his feet. “The barograph test”—but the chairman silenced him with a dignified wave of his hand and went on:

“You are barred from the grounds hereafter and the Association will be notified. You can take your choice with your entrant, Mr. Worthington: a public exposure, or a quiet withdrawal from membership in and privileges of the National Aero Association.”

“I cannot understand,” stammered Worthington, uneasily.

“This gentleman will explain,” observed the chairman and Borden advanced from the shadows, minus his disguise.

It was a brief but conclusive story—that which the artist tramp recited. He charged the Syndicate people with conspiring to defeat the high aims of aviatics. He claimed that Valdec had never made the altitude flight and had substituted a “doctored” barograph for the one the officers supplied to him at the start of the contest.

“The man you employed to provide the fraudulent instrument has been brought to us by Mr. Borden,” proceeded the chairman. “His private mark was on the barograph and the one removed is in our possession, secured secretly by Mr. Borden at your hangar.”

Dismay, exposure, defeat!—like some snarling animal Valdec left the room. Humiliated and degraded Worthington sneaked after him.

“You are credited with forty new points, Mr. Dashaway,” announced the chairman of the committee, “giving you a winning lead. The committee has decided to award you the ten thousand dollar prize.”

The grand event was over, the victor crowned, and Dave Dashaway stood champion in his line, eager for new laurels.

It all came to him pleasantly as he started theArielhomeward for the International grounds after a brief pleasure flight.

The incidents of the past two days had been most enjoyable. The Interstate Aero Company had won approved recognition of their output, and their machine had been driven by the top-notch artist in the aviation field.

The result of the discovery of the diamonds had made Bruce Beresford supremely happy. He could now provide permanently for his little sister, Lois, and he could afford to wait till the next season to rejoin his young friends in their airship experiences. His ears healed so that only a scar showed.

The diamond thief had undoubtedly smashed the window of the old hut at Wayville to throw his plunder into an obscure hiding place. The jeweler was faithful as to the payment of the promised reward. Then, when the business of the meet was over Dave had gone on a little trip of his own.

The young aviator was about fifteen miles from his destination, when a swift biplane he had noticed casually, crossed for the second time in front of him and made a sudden flight aloft. Then it swung around, followed the same course theArielwas pursuing and, putting on full speed, got directly above him.

“That’s a queer maneuver,” observed Dave, and the words had scarcely left his lips when there shot down a dark object with a sputtering sparkling spot of fire in its center. It struck the tail of theAriel, rebounded, descended perhaps a hundred feet and exploded in mid air.

“Meant for me!” cried Dave, “but why? Who is this new enemy——”

A yell fell upon the ears of the astonished pilot of theAriel. It proceeded from above. Dave ventured one glance overhead. He was truly startled.

The rival biplane was in flames. The pilot had given the wheel a wrench, and as the machine went hurtling down, not thirty feet above theAriel, he tore himself from his seat and jumped.

Like a shot he struck theArielcockpit rail, and, helpless, crippled, and apparently insensible, began to slip across the wings. Dave reached for him and pulled him into the machine.

“Just in time!” he breathed, his mind in a tumult.

Only by a dexterous movement did Dave save the aeroplane from capsizing for his momentary inattention to the wheel and the shock of the falling bodyhad nearly wrecked the machine. His involuntary passenger did not move. The other biplane fell earthwards all aflame.

Dave had no idea as to the identity of his baffled enemy, whom he decided must have been hurt by striking the metal edge of the cockpit. He made for the International grounds and landed directly in font of theArielhangar.

“Help me get a man out,” he directed Hiram, who stood awaiting the descent.

“What’s up now, Dave?” inquired his assistant, leaning over and looking into the cockpit. “Why, say—it’s Vernon!”

Dave was greatly startled. Into his mind flashed the truth. Filled with malice and revenge because he had lost a probably rich reward for putting through his infamous plottings, Vernon had essayed a final attack upon the young aviator.

“He tried to destroy theAriel,” said Dave, “but he seems hurt. Phone for an ambulance, Hiram.”

Vernon was, indeed, hurt. Both of his arms were broken at the wrists. He would never drive an airship again.

Good came of Dave’s care for him, miscreant as he was. The old accomplices of Vernon abandoned him in his wretched plight, but Dave saw that he was given the best of care at a hospital.

Vernon broke down under this kind treatment. He not only confessed his share in the plots of the Syndicate, but betrayed the secrets of old Martin Dawson.

Not much of the Beresford fortune was wrested from that schemer, but at least Bruce Beresford had the satisfaction of so working out affairs that Dawson could no longer interfere with him or his little sister, Lois.

“You are a credit to your friends,” proclaimed Mr. Brackett, as he handed Dave Dashaway the ten thousand dollar check that represented the first grand prize of the International meet.

“And what lots of them he’s got!” cried Hiram Dobbs.

“I hope I’m somewhere on the list,” modestly intimated Bruce Beresford.

“Be sure of that,” was the hearty reply. “So much so, that, when we start in for new triumphs, next season, I hope to enroll you as one of the crew of theAriel,” said Dave.

“Fine!” cried Bruce. “That would suit me down to the ground—to become an airman like you, Mr. Dashaway.”

“You can’t become an airman like Dave,” broke in Hiram, loyally. “There isn’t a man that flies who can come up to him. He’s the champion, and in a class by himself.”

“And that’s the truth,” added Mr. Brackett. “There is only one Dave Dashaway.”

“Then I propose three cheers for him!” cried Bruce.

“Whoop! Hurray! That’s the talk!” burst out Hiram. And then the cheers were given with vigor, and a “tiger” was added.

And here let us say good-bye to Dave Dashaway, Air Champion.

THE END.

Transcriber's Notes

frontispiece - added comma to title to be consistentwith other usage of title in bookoriginal text: Dave Dashaway, Air Championpage 13 - moved dashes inside end quoteoriginal text: Maybe it’s a joke"——page 26 - changed "maximun" to "maximum"original text: maximun span of thirty-five feetpage 34 - added period at end of sentenceoriginal text: choked out the lad by Hiram's sidepage 46 - changed "manufacfacturer" to "manufacturer"original text: asked the manufacfacturerpage 65 - changed "holdng" to "holding"original text: weights used for holdng down the haypage 69 - changed "oldtime" to "old-time" to be consistent withusage in the bookoriginal text: a group of oldtimepage 83 - added missing opening quoteoriginal text: Hello! what’s that, now?"page 86 - changed "promply" to "promptly"original text: answered the watchman promplypage 92 - removed extraneous commaoriginal text: who looked, so very dangerous.page 100 - added period at end of sentenceoriginal text: it was a trick," suggested Hirampage 108 - changed "kind hearted" to "kind-hearted" to beconsistent with usage in the 1910'soriginal text: with the kind hearted ladypage 111 - removed extraneous quoteoriginal text: "A doctor fixed up mypage 118 - capitalized sentenceoriginal text: "stay here Bruce.page 131 - changed comma to periodoriginal text: plans," went on Hiram,page 141 - changed "sand" to "stand"original text: alighted the nearest to the sand occupiedpage 145 - changed "spell-bound" to "spellbound" to beconsistent with other usage in the bookoriginal text: as if spell-bound.page 156 - changed "offhanded" to "off-handed" to beconsistent with other usage in the bookoriginal text: meant to be offhanded, butpage 158 - added missing quoteoriginal text: Mr. Brackett and Dave are saying little and thinkingpage 186 - removed extraneous quoteoriginal text: "You are...thicket? "We’ll go, too. Do you see that?"page 186 - removed extraneous "the"original text: the movements of the the fugitivepage 187 - removed extraneous quoteoriginal text: would budge it."page 192 - changed "Dashawhay" to "Dashaway"original text: “Mr. Dashawhay has shown hispage 195 - added beginning quoteoriginal text: “You are...Dashaway,” announced the chairmanof the committee, giving you a winning leadpage 197 - changed "purstung" to "pursuing"original text: followed the same course theArielwas purstungpage 198 - removed extraneous quoteoriginal text: ...he seems hurt." Phone for an ambulance, Hiram."page 199 - changed "Dodds" to "Dobbs"original text: "And what lots of them he’s got!" cried Hiram Dodds.

frontispiece - added comma to title to be consistentwith other usage of title in bookoriginal text: Dave Dashaway, Air Champion

frontispiece - added comma to title to be consistent

with other usage of title in book

original text: Dave Dashaway, Air Champion

page 13 - moved dashes inside end quoteoriginal text: Maybe it’s a joke"——

page 13 - moved dashes inside end quote

original text: Maybe it’s a joke"——

page 26 - changed "maximun" to "maximum"original text: maximun span of thirty-five feet

page 26 - changed "maximun" to "maximum"

original text: maximun span of thirty-five feet

page 34 - added period at end of sentenceoriginal text: choked out the lad by Hiram's side

page 34 - added period at end of sentence

original text: choked out the lad by Hiram's side

page 46 - changed "manufacfacturer" to "manufacturer"original text: asked the manufacfacturer

page 46 - changed "manufacfacturer" to "manufacturer"

original text: asked the manufacfacturer

page 65 - changed "holdng" to "holding"original text: weights used for holdng down the hay

page 65 - changed "holdng" to "holding"

original text: weights used for holdng down the hay

page 69 - changed "oldtime" to "old-time" to be consistent withusage in the bookoriginal text: a group of oldtime

page 69 - changed "oldtime" to "old-time" to be consistent with

usage in the book

original text: a group of oldtime

page 83 - added missing opening quoteoriginal text: Hello! what’s that, now?"

page 83 - added missing opening quote

original text: Hello! what’s that, now?"

page 86 - changed "promply" to "promptly"original text: answered the watchman promply

page 86 - changed "promply" to "promptly"

original text: answered the watchman promply

page 92 - removed extraneous commaoriginal text: who looked, so very dangerous.

page 92 - removed extraneous comma

original text: who looked, so very dangerous.

page 100 - added period at end of sentenceoriginal text: it was a trick," suggested Hiram

page 100 - added period at end of sentence

original text: it was a trick," suggested Hiram

page 108 - changed "kind hearted" to "kind-hearted" to beconsistent with usage in the 1910'soriginal text: with the kind hearted lady

page 108 - changed "kind hearted" to "kind-hearted" to be

consistent with usage in the 1910's

original text: with the kind hearted lady

page 111 - removed extraneous quoteoriginal text: "A doctor fixed up my

page 111 - removed extraneous quote

original text: "A doctor fixed up my

page 118 - capitalized sentenceoriginal text: "stay here Bruce.

page 118 - capitalized sentence

original text: "stay here Bruce.

page 131 - changed comma to periodoriginal text: plans," went on Hiram,

page 131 - changed comma to period

original text: plans," went on Hiram,

page 141 - changed "sand" to "stand"original text: alighted the nearest to the sand occupied

page 141 - changed "sand" to "stand"

original text: alighted the nearest to the sand occupied

page 145 - changed "spell-bound" to "spellbound" to beconsistent with other usage in the bookoriginal text: as if spell-bound.

page 145 - changed "spell-bound" to "spellbound" to be

consistent with other usage in the book

original text: as if spell-bound.

page 156 - changed "offhanded" to "off-handed" to beconsistent with other usage in the bookoriginal text: meant to be offhanded, but

page 156 - changed "offhanded" to "off-handed" to be

consistent with other usage in the book

original text: meant to be offhanded, but

page 158 - added missing quoteoriginal text: Mr. Brackett and Dave are saying little and thinking

page 158 - added missing quote

original text: Mr. Brackett and Dave are saying little and thinking

page 186 - removed extraneous quoteoriginal text: "You are...thicket? "We’ll go, too. Do you see that?"

page 186 - removed extraneous quote

original text: "You are...thicket? "We’ll go, too. Do you see that?"

page 186 - removed extraneous "the"original text: the movements of the the fugitive

page 186 - removed extraneous "the"

original text: the movements of the the fugitive

page 187 - removed extraneous quoteoriginal text: would budge it."

page 187 - removed extraneous quote

original text: would budge it."

page 192 - changed "Dashawhay" to "Dashaway"original text: “Mr. Dashawhay has shown his

page 192 - changed "Dashawhay" to "Dashaway"

original text: “Mr. Dashawhay has shown his

page 195 - added beginning quoteoriginal text: “You are...Dashaway,” announced the chairmanof the committee, giving you a winning lead

page 195 - added beginning quote

original text: “You are...Dashaway,” announced the chairman

of the committee, giving you a winning lead

page 197 - changed "purstung" to "pursuing"original text: followed the same course theArielwas purstung

page 197 - changed "purstung" to "pursuing"

original text: followed the same course theArielwas purstung

page 198 - removed extraneous quoteoriginal text: ...he seems hurt." Phone for an ambulance, Hiram."

page 198 - removed extraneous quote

original text: ...he seems hurt." Phone for an ambulance, Hiram."

page 199 - changed "Dodds" to "Dobbs"original text: "And what lots of them he’s got!" cried Hiram Dodds.

page 199 - changed "Dodds" to "Dobbs"

original text: "And what lots of them he’s got!" cried Hiram Dodds.

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