make Kitty Hawk. Now to get that fellow Smith in a jiffy."
"You can go over and see. He was hangin' around the store yestiddy, but seems like I heard somebody say he pulled out to Roanoke Island last night on a tugboat."
"Darn!" exploded Hardy, staring vacantly about him, and then turned to rush over to Smith's cottage several hundred yards away. Twelve minutes later he was back, looking his stormiest.
"Talk about wild-goose chases!" he fumed to Nash. "That chump Smith's wife says he's gone to Dareville on business, but I'll sure find him there. She bristled and looked sour about the Kitty Hawk proposition, but I'm going to get him there if I have to make a pancake landing to do it. This is the deuce!"
"Better lie low here, that's my advice," warned Nash.
Hardy shook his head impatiently.
"Orders are orders. I learned that in the army," declared the pilot firmly. "Now if you'll keep an eye on Hatton—"
"I'll keep two on him. Here comes your
