Back Aa

Dave Dashaway and His Hydroplane

Close

<h1 id="id00500" style="margin-top: 5em">CHAPTER VII</h1> <h5 id="id00501">A RESCUE IN THE FOG</h5> "What do your suppose that was?" inquired Hiram excitedly. "It was kind of startling," said Dave. "Listen." With the power shut off, the hydroplane drifted, Dave checking its slack running. They were now in a dense fog; with night fast coming on. For the moment everything was still. Then there rang through the misty space one word: "Help!" "It was in that direction," said Hiram quickly, pointing. "I think so, too," nodded Dave, "and not far away." "What could have happened? Those shots?" "Probably fired to call assistance." "If you could speed up the hydroplane a little—" "I would have to get the starter in use, and we might run into something. Hello! Hello! Hello!" Dave shouted loudly. There was a speedy reply. "Here! Hello! this wa-aa-ay!" "That's a man's voice, and he's right near to us," declared Hiram, leaning forward and peering through the mist. "Hey, there!" "I see you. Good!" There was a tilt of the machine. The person in the water had seized one of the wing stays. "Careful, there," ordered Dave. "Don't cling to that wing or bear it down." "I can't hold out." Dave cautiously edged from his seat towards a form now plainly visible. It was that of a man about thirty years of age. It was no easy task to take the man aboard. One of his hands was useless. He seemed in pain and half choked with water he had swallowed. Hiram gave up his seat to the rescued man, who sank back as if overcome with faintness and exhaustion. Hiram himself found a resting place on the platform supporting the two seats. "Is there anybody else in trouble?" Dave asked of their passenger. "No, no," replied the man. "The launch is gone up. Get me to land quick as you can. I'm afraid my arm is broken. It pains me terribly. I must get to a surgeon soon as possible." Dave got the hydroplane under way again. He was fortunate in striking a course that brought them back to the boat house in about an hour's time. The rescued man was somewhat revived by this time, and when the hydroplane was safely housed, Dave took his arm and piloted the way from the beach. "It is less than half a mile to the hangars," the young aviator explained. "When we get there we can find an automobile to take you into town." "It was when my launch struck a rock that I hurt my arm," the man explained. "Were you on board alone?" asked the curious Hiram. "Yes. I was driving ahead full speed, to get ashore out of the fog. I heard your machine, and was afraid I'd get run into. My launch ran into a reef with terrific force. I was thrown against it bulkhead, arm sprained or broken, nearly stunned, and then into the water." "But the launch, Mister?" questioned the interested Hiram anxiously. "Smashed. I don't know if I could locate it again in the fog. I couldn't use my hurt arm, and I fired my revolver, yelled, and gave up when your machine came along." "Where did you come from, Mister?" pressed the persistent Hiram. "Why—well, I came from up north. Own a launch. Had some business this way, and got well on my way till the craft struck." Dave noticed as the man spoke that it was in a hesitating, evasive way. He seemed anxious to change the conversation, for he said: "You are taking me to the Columbus aero field?" "Yes, we belong there," answered Dave. "Some people there named Dawson?" "Yes, father and son." "That's it. Here, now?" "Oh, yes, they follow the different meets." "Why, then, say," observed the man, "if you will just get me up against them, I shall be pleased. You see, they're friends of mine. They'll take care of me." Dave gave the man a look. Hiram pulled a face at him behind his back. That settled it with Hiram. In his mind he was sure that anybody who knew the Dawsons in a friendly way could not possibly amount to much. The man did not mention his name. He seemed to care nothing whatever for the fate of the launch. He barely thanked Dave, as, reaching the aero grounds, our hero led him near to the headquarters of the man for whom the Dawsons were working. "You'll find your friends over there," he said. "All right," nodded the man he had rescued. "Lucky I met you. Thanks." "Say, Dave Dashaway, now what do you think of that!" burst out Hiram, as the man got out of earshot. "Think of what, Hiram?" inquired the young aviator. "Friend of the Dawsons!" "Well, they've got to know somebody, haven't they?" "That's so, but I don't like the fellow you rescued." "Why not, Hiram?" "Did you notice the way he hesitated when we asked him where he had come from?" "Yes." "And about that launch? He didn't seem to care what had become of it." "Maybe it didn't belong to him." "Well, anyway, hadn't he ought to have some concern about other folks' property?" Dave did not reply. He had his own ideas and opinion of the rescued man. He was due for a public exhibition of the Reliance the next day, and dismissed the incident from his mind as he got back to the Baby Racer hangar. Mr. King was to make a non-stop race also, and there was plenty of detail to attend to at the Aegis headquarters as well. That was a busy, exciting day, the one following. The Aegis and her competitors got started by ten o'clock. There was a varied programme from eleven to one. At three o'clock Dave made his run with the hydroplane. Two other machines engaged in the contest, but not only were they of inferior make, but their operators were clumsy and not up to standard. Dave won considerable praise. The Reliance made a beautiful run, and he felicitated himself that he had got onto the knack of running it right. "I don't believe much in hydroplanes," old Grimshaw observed to him as he accompanied Dave back to the aero grounds, "but I believe in you, and I will say you made a clever showing." "Wait till the Interstate folks send on their latest improved aero-hydroplane, Mr. Grimshaw," said Dave. "You'll see some fine work then." "There's your friend, young Dobbs," remarked Grimshaw. Dave saw Hiram on a run, headed towards them. He came up breathless. "Some one at the hangar to see you, Dave," he reported. "Who is it, Hiram?" "He says he's a United States revenue officer." "Hello!" spoke Grimshaw, "I hope your hydroplane hasn't got you into any trouble running up against the government." "Oh, I think not," replied Dave with a smile. "It's a long story and a big story, Dave," replied Hiram. "You know the man you rescued he lake yesterday?" "Yes, Hiram." "Well, it turns out that he is a notorious smuggler and the government is looking for him." <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

1 of 2

2 of 2