"Your employers?" repeated the colonel, a fresh token of interest in his eyes. "Yes, sir, I have been exhibiting their Baby Racer at the meets." "Ah, I understand now." "I am going to take up hydroplane work at Columbus, now. Last night late I received a telegram from the Interstate people. It led to getting to Kewaukee and seeing you. There were no trains." "Roads too bad for an automobile," put in Hiram. "And we came in the Baby Racer," concluded Dave. "What's that?" exclaimed the showman. "You came all the way from Columbus in a biplane?" "Yes, sir," nodded Dave. "A night like last night--" "We had to, you see," observed Hiram. "H'm," observed the colonel, with decided admiration in his manner, "that was a big thing to do. Where is your machine?" "We landed on a heap of shavings in a city factory yard," explained Dave. "We left the machine in charge of the watchman." "And automobiled it out here? Why, say, I had some dealings with your company." "I know you did," said Dave. "I wrote to them for specifications and figures on light biplanes. They sent outlines that pleased me very much, and I told them so. Their man made an appointment to be at my city office to close up matters day before yesterday. He never showed up." "I know that," said Dave. "What was the trouble?" "I will explain that to you." "You see, the Star man was here yesterday. He made a pretty fair showing, but I was rather struck on your goods." "Everybody is that knows them," spoke Hiram. "Well, I was to let the man know this morning at my city office my decision. You are on deck. All right, what have you got to say?" "Why, just this," replied Dave: "I'm not much of a business man, of course, but I hurried on to see you because I believe a trick has been played on our people." "Who by?" "The Star crowd." "Oh!" "In some way they have sidetracked our agent. I have with me," continued Dave, "the detailed plans and figures on your order, which had been forwarded from the factory to the Northern Hotel, at Kewaukee." "All right, show them up," directed the colonel briskly. Dave did so. Hiram sat regarding his friend, with undisguised admiration, as for one half, hour Dave went over papers, explaining the merits of the Interstate biplane with all the clearness and ability of a born salesman. "You'll do," pronounced the showman with an expansive smile, as Dave concluded. "That's the contract, is it?" "Yes, sir," and Dave handed the showman the paper in question. "All right, I'll just go to the library and sign it." "Dave," whispered Hiram in a triumphant chuckle, as Colonel Lyon left the room. "Great!" Dave returned a pleased smile. He suppressed partly the great satisfaction he felt.