"
"Where is he? Did you let him out?"
"I didn't, but I will if he don't show up; pronto." Johnny's tone was
the tone of accustomed authority. "He failed to report, this morning."
Cliff reached into an inner pocket and drew out a flat package, which
he proceeded to open, using a wing for a table. "I've been busy this
morning," he announced, laying his cigarette down on the wing. Johnny
promptly swept the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his
heel. Wing coverings are rather inflammable, and he was not taking any
chances.
"Pardon the carelessness. I don't know much about airplanes, old man.
Well, I went to the boss and had a talk with him, after I left you last
night. I put the proposition up to him, and he is rather keen on it.
He sees the value of getting news by airplane. The saving of time and
the avoidance of publicity will double its value--to say nothing of the
chance that we may be able to pick up something of immense importance
to the government. Mexican situation, you know--all that sort of thing.
"So he put me in touch with parties that could furnish this.
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