"Hiram, you"re a genius!" cried Dave.
The Drifter struck a course as true as a die. The splendid machine and the young aviator were both at their best. There was a last fading picture of a forlorn man convulsed with rage and despair.
Then the two boy aeronauts turned their back on the enemies who had been hoisted by their own petard.
"It"s great, its grand," cheered Hiram, bubbling over with joy, as the exhilarating air and their magical progress made him realize what freedom meant to its fullest extent.
"I don"t understand. Your arm, Hiram?" said Dave.
His jolly a.s.sistant waved the arm in question gaily.
"Wasn"t it hurt?"
"Yes, and badly, I thought," reflected Hiram. "It was numb and useless when the half breed attended to it, but he was mistaken and so was I in thinking that any bones were broken."
"They were not?"
"Not a bit of it. Don"t you see? It pains, and I"m bragging when I swing it around as if it was as good as ever, but I can use it."
"You have used it to a grand purpose, Hiram."
"I didn"t notice that I could use it until they locked me up with you."
"Why didn"t you tell me then?"
"Oh, I wanted to surprise you."
"You have, Hiram."
"I thought I"d play "possum on those smart fellows. I played the cripple strong. You see what has come of it."
When they had gone nearly one hundred miles, Dave saw that the gasoline supply was running low. Luckily they were near a little town. They made a descent on a river, much to the delight and wonder of the whole place, bought a new supply, and resumed their flight.
It was after ten o"clock in the evening when the welcome lights of Anseton came into view. Dave did not look around for some hiding place on the outskirts on this occasion. He startled a drowsy policeman by landing in the middle of some vacant lots on his beat.
A brief explanation was made to the officer, and a man hired to watch the Drifter until they returned. Then Dave and Hiram hurried to the hotel in Anseton where Mr. Price made his headquarters.
The revenue officer was found. He listened to the story of the two young aviators in amazement and admiration. Then he reported results of his own efforts.
Ridgely was under arrest, two of his accomplices were being then pursued by his a.s.sistants, and the smuggling combination was all broken up.
"The clews you have given us were fine ones, Dashaway," said the official gratefully. "You have done the government a vast service, I can tell you."
Mr. Price insisted on the boys taking a needed rest. He sent one of his men to guard the Drifter, and, after a famous meal, made his guests agree to sleep in a comfortable bed for the first time in nearly a week.
It was just after they had entered their room that Dave made the remark.
"You know we had better see if those friends of the Dawsons have found the Monarch II and made away with it, Hiram."
"Well, I can tell you that they haven"t," replied Hiram, with a confident chuckle.
"How can you know that?"
"Why, Dave, when I was shut in with the machine in that basin, I took it apart. You know it was made to do that, so it could be shipped readily. Well, I"ll bet you I hid those parts in places in that basin where n.o.body can locate them but myself."
"Good for you!" commended Dave heartily.
"I think the Interstate people will have something pleasant to say to you when they know all the wonders you"ve done in chasing their stolen airship."
It was the brightest day in the year, it seemed to the two young aviators, as they reached Columbus by train, and started at once for Mr. King"s hangar.
Old Grimshaw had met them at the depot. He was full of friendly chatter, seemed to be chuckling over some secret surprise he had in store for them, and rushed them towards the headquarters of the Aegis.
"Yes, Mr. King is back," he advised the boys.
"Did he find Mr. Dale?" inquired Dave anxiously.
"He"ll tell you."
Dave and Hiram had much to relate. Two boys probably never received a more pleasant welcome than they, when with the Drifter they reported to the manager of the Interstate Aeroplane Company.
Mr. Randolph had the president and two directors of the concern on hand to meet them. Their stirring story was taken in by the august business men with an attention and appreciation that of itself paid the lads well for all the duty done.
The boys had remained long enough at Anseton to have some men go with them and locate the hidden sections of the Monarch II, and arrange to have them shipped by rail back to the factory.
Dave felt pretty rich when he left the Interstate works with a check for five hundred dollars in his pocket, and an offer of advanced employment for himself and his loyal and useful a.s.sistant for two seasons ahead.
"I want to see Mr. King before I decide what I will do," Dave told Mr. Randolph, his mind full of the much discussed flight across the Atlantic in the giant airship. "You can have your two hundred and fifty dollars any time you like, Hiram." he added to his chum on their way to the depot.
As they now reached the Aegis hangar, Grimshaw stepped aside with a pleased laugh.
"Safe and sound and famous. Here they are, Mr. King!" he shouted.
"There"s no doubt of that," chorused the friendly voice of the expert aviator. "Dave! Hiram! A thousand times welcome."
If he had been own father to the lads, Mr. King could not have greeted them more affectionately.
"You"ve done us all proud, Dashaway," he declared. "Got a telegram from the Interstate folks, and the noon paper. The paper has given you two columns. This way. A friend waiting to see you."
Mr. King pushed Dave across the little room in the hangar he used as an office.
A middle aged, n.o.ble looking gentleman arose from a chair as Dave entered. His face was beaming, and there was an eager light in his eyes.
"Dave Dashaway?" he said, half inquiringly.
"Yes, sir," a.s.sented Dave, grasping the extended hand of the gentleman.
"My best and oldest friend"s boy," continued the gentleman.
"It is Mr. Dale, Dashaway," spoke Mr. King, following Dave into the room.