But I haven't
introduced myself as yet. I am Lieutenant Fosdick, and I have had
some little experience in army aviation."
"I wonder if you can be the same Lieutenant Fosdick I've heard so
much about from our Scout Master, a retired army officer named
Lieutenant Denmead?" Hugh ventured to say eagerly.
"Well, this _is_ a pleasure to be sure!" remarked the other smilingly.
"To be sure I know Denmead. I saw a great deal of him several years
ago. And so he is spending his spare time in teaching the young
idea how to shoot, but with the arms of peace rather than those of
bloody war? He was always crazy over boys, and must be a cracking
good Scout Master, because he knows so much of Western life among
the Indians. He was with Miles in the Sioux War long ago, as you
may know. But what was this you said about one of your mates
inventing something in connection with the management of aeroplanes?
That would seem to be right in my line, and if he has no serious
objections, I'd like to hear about it."
At that, Bud turned fiery red, but with pleasure more than
embarrassment. It was a crowning triumph in his career to find
himself an object of interest in the eyes of so famous an aviator
as Lieutenant Fosdick, of whom he remembered reading quite
frequently as the most fearless air pilot in the Flying Squadron of
Uncle Sam.
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