by Roy Rockwood
CHAPTER XVII
ON THE WING
Hiram stared his hardest at the stranger, Dave's eyes quickened withsudden intelligence. Almost in a flash he took in the situation.
"You just mentioned a name," he said. "I would like to mentionanother one."
"All right, what?"
"James Price."
"Hello!"
The stranger looked flabbergasted, as the saying goes. He furrowedhis brow as if puzzled.
"You have made a mistake," continued Dave. "You think one of us twois Jerry Dawson."
"I did think it, yes," admitted the man, a trifle less self assuredthan at first.
"Wrong."
"Is that so, now?"
"Yes. You know Mr. Price, don't you?"
"Perhaps I do."
"And you are on the lookout for an airship, but not this machine.Let me explain briefly, and see if we cannot come to anunderstanding."
Dave surmised that the stranger must be one of the assistants of Mr.Price, the revenue officer. In a very few minutes he knew that thiswas true. Assured from Dave's talk that he was not the Dawson boy, andthat the hydro-aeroplane before him was not the Drifter, the man becamevery friendly.
It seemed that he was one of the agents of the revenue service. Hemade his headquarters at Millville, and had received a telegram fromMr. Price the day previous to look out for the stolen airship. Thiswas before Mr. Price had met Dave at Bolton, but immediately afterMr. King at Columbus had told him of the discovery that the Dawsonshad made away with the Drifter.
So far as the man knew, none of the many assistants of Mr. Price hadfound any traces of the missing aero-hydroplane. Dave did notenlighten him as to his plans and destination, for the man's presentduties were simply those of a lookout at Millville.
The stranger stayed and chatted with the boys for over two hours,and then went away. Dave had told him that they would not start outagain with the Monarch II until after dark. About six o'clock theman drove up with a wagon.
"Thought you might be getting tired of cold dry fare," he said, "soI've brought you a real supper for a change."
"Why, say, you're a prince!" cried the impetuous Hiram, as the manlifted a gas oven from the wagon, and then a shallow box, and thecontents of both receptacles were revealed.
The oven contained two heaping dishes of lamb chops, and potatoes,still quite warm. From the box the stranger produced all thetrimmings for a first class meal.
"This is pretty kind and thoughtful of you," said Dave.
"Nothing too good for friends of Mr. Price," insisted the man."Besides, I remember how good the present of a meal has been whenI've got stranded on duty myself."
The speaker, it seemed, had been a member of the Canadian mountedpolice. The boys whiled the time away interestingly during the nexttwo hours, listening to some of, his exciting experiences withIndians and outlaws in the Winnipeg wilds.
It was just after dark when the Monarch started on the second stageof the journey. Three stops were made during the ensuing six,hours. Dave was very tired and Hiram pretty sleepy, when, at threeo'clock in the morning, the machine came to rest on a littlereed-covered island in the center of a swampy stretch.
"We may stay here for several days, I don't know exactly how long,"the young aviator told his assistant.
"You don't suppose that the Dawsons and the Drifter are anywherenear here, do you?" inquired Hiram.
"Perhaps not, but we are near Ironton, on the American side of LakeSuperior. If Mr. Price's theories are all right, that fellow,Ridgely, will begin his new operations somewhere in this district."
"I see," nodded Hiram. "What are we to do now--sleep?"
"As much as we like for the next eight or ten hours."
"I'm ready," announced Hiram. "It's been fine and dandy up aloftthere, but I notice that when it doesn't make a fellow hungry itdoes make him good and sleepy."
"All right, we'll bunk down, Hiram. I don't think any one is likelyto run across us in this out-of-the-way place."
"I don't think so, either," responded Hiram, and was soon asleep andsnoring.
The breakfast programme of the previous morning was repeated later.Hiram called the whole thing a picnic, and was jolly and happy.
"One thing, though," he said; "isn't something exciting going tohappen soon, Dave?"
"We ought to be pretty well satisfied with the splendid cruise ofthe Monarch II," suggested Dave.
"Yes, but I'm getting anxious to run across some of the smugglers.I've read a lot about them in the papers and books. They must begreat fellows to tackle, with their cutlasses, and walking theplank, and treasure hoards."
"Why, Hiram," laughed Dave, "you're not thinking of smugglers."
"What am I then?"
"Pirates."
"Oh, yes, that's so," agreed Hiram. "Well, the Dawsons are worsethan pirates. They won't give up that airship without a tussle, Ican tell you."
"All I want to do is to locate them," said Dave. "The governmentwill do the rest."
Dave left the camp, as they called it, about noon. He had somedifficulty in getting from the island to the mainland, as the soilwas soggy and at places two feet deep with water. He accomplishedthe task, however, with only a slight wetting.
The young aviator had been given the address, of one of Mr. Price'smen at Ironton. He visited his office, but found him absent for theday. Then he wired his progress to the Interstate people and toldthem if necessary to reach, him at the Northern Hotel.
Dave went to the hotel and made arrangement with the clerk as tomail and telegrams. He decided to remain in the vicinity of Irontontill he got in touch with the revenue officer's agent there. He wasjust leaving the hotel when one placed a hand on his shoulder, withthe friendly words:
"Why, hello, Dashaway."
Dave turned quickly, startled for a moment. Then his face brokeinto smiles of warm welcome.
"Mr. Alden," he said, and returned the friendly hand clasp of hiscompanion.
The chance meeting took Dave's mind back instantly to a mostpleasant period of his experience since leaving his guardian's homeat Brookville.
It was Mr. Alden, the moving picture man, who had given Dave whatmight be called his first start in business life. Dave had posedfor the "movies," and later he and Mr. King had taken a prominentpart in some motion pictures bringing in the monoplane, the Aegis.
"I didn't expect to see you way up here, Dashaway," spoke Mr. Alden."How are you getting along?"
"First class, thanks to the friendly help you gave me in the firstplace," responded the young aviator.
"I'm glad of that. Come up to my room and tell me all about it,Dashaway. Now then, for a talk over old times," resumed the movingpicture man, as they were comfortably seated in his room at thehotel.
Dave parried a good many questions. He did not exactly wish to tellMr. Alden about his business, which in the present case was alsothat of his employers. He managed to lead Mr. Alden to talk of hisown affairs.
"Oh, I've had the actors up here on a lot of marine scenarios,"explained the moving picture man. "They went away only thismorning. We've been picturing 'The Island Hermit of Lake Superior,''Iron Miners' Revenge,' 'Flight Across the Border,' and 'TheMystery of the Pineries.' Great scenery around here for fittings,you see. There are some of my key negatives on the table there,look them over."
Dave examined some of the films with interest. The former kindnessof Mr. Alden and his party had left a warm spot in the heart of theyoung aviator for anything concerning the movies.
"There's some plain slides we made to catch the costumes andfigures," added Mr. Alden, pointing to a rack containing about adozen glass negatives.
Dave began holding them up to the light in turn. He had inspectedperhaps one half of them, when he somewhat startled the movingpicture man with a sharp sudden exclamation.
"Mr. Alden," he asked quite excitedly, "where did you take thatslide?"
