Dave Dashaway and His Hydroplane; Or, Daring Adventures over the Great Lake — John Shaqi
Dave Dashaway and His Hydroplane; Or, Daring Adventures over the Great LakeRockwood, Roy
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Dave Dashaway and His Hydroplane; Or, Daring Adventures over the Great Lake
Rockwood, Roy
Science fiction, American
"The man you rescued from the lake last evening. As I have told
your friend, the man is a bad one, and we have chased him up and
down the lakes clear from Detroit."
"He is a criminal, then?"
"A smuggler. He has outwitted the revenue officers for some time.
His last specialty was running Chinese emigrants over the border.
When he learned the chase was on, he stole a launch and scudded for
other waters. He had the name and color of the launch changed. Why
he came to Columbus we don't know."
"To see some people named Dawson, he said."
"Yes, they appear to be fiends."
"Can't Jerry Dawson tell you anything about him?" asked Dave.
"No."
"For a very good reason."
"And what is at?"
"Dawsons left last night."
"Left--left the meet?" exclaimed Dave in surprise.
"Yes, bag and baggage."
"That puzzles me," said Dave.
"It baffles us," observed the revenue officer, "for they have left
no clew to their future whereabouts."
"Won't Jerry's employer tell you?"
"He says he can't. Professes to be quite at sea as to the meaning
of their sudden departure. Angry, too, for it seems they had a
contract in the service."
"I wouldn't believe him," broke in Hiram. "Anybody respectable
about the meet can tell you that he is not to be trusted."
"Well, the Dawsons are gone and Ridgely went away with them," said
the revenue officer definitely. "I fancied you might give me some
hint that might help me, Dashaway, as to their antecedents,
friends."
"I'm a new one in the aviation line," said Dave. "I found them in
the business when I joined it, only a few weeks ago."
"Well, I understand you are two pretty keen young fellows," said the
officer, "I'm going to leave you my card. There it is."
Dave glanced at the bit of pasteboard his visitor extended. It bore
simply a name: "James Price."
"If you get the faintest clew to Ridgely or the Dawsons," continued
Mr. Price, "wire the secret service bureau at Chicago. I will
arrange so that I shall be advised at once."
"I will do what I can for you, Mr. Price," promised Dave.
"All right, and send in any reasonable bill you like for your
service. We feel certain that this, Ridgely, driven from one
district, will begin operations in another. Then, too, from what I
learn these Dawsons are not above engaging in of off-color schemes."
"They aren't!" cried Hiram. "If they had stayed, Mr. King said
they'd be barred from the meets in a few days."
"Well, help me all you can."
"Queer, isn't it?" spoke Hiram, as the revenue officer left them.
"It is a rather strange proceeding," admitted Dave.
At five o'clock that afternoon the two friends were down at the
south pylons awaiting the coming in of the machines engaged in the
non-stop race. A great crowd was gathered, for according to
estimated schedules some of the monoplanes would be due within the
coming half hour.
"If it's the Aegis first," spoke Hiram, "it makes three winning
stunts for Mr. King in two days."
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