“Don’t you want a doctor?”

“Oh, no, not for a little thing like that.”

But Tom insisted on looking at his new friend’s wound, and found quite a cut on the thigh, which the young inventor insisted on binding up.

“That feels better,” said the birdman, as he stretched out on a couch.  “Now if you can look my machine over, and tell me what’s the matter with it, I’ll be much obliged to you, and I’ll get on my way.”

“Not quite so fast as that!” laughed Tom.  “I wouldn’t want to see you start off with your lame leg, and certainly I would not want to see you use your aircraft after what she’s gone through, until we’ve given her a test.  You can’t tell what part you might have strained.”

“Well, I suppose you are right.  But I think I’d better go to a hotel, or send for an auto and go home.”

“Now you needn’t do anything of the kind,” spoke Tom, hospitably.  “We’ve got lots of room here, and for that matter we have plenty of autos and airships, too, as well as a motor boat.  You just rest yourself here.  Later we’ll look over your craft.”

After dinner, when Mr. Halling said he felt much better, Tom agreed to go out with him and look at the airship.  As he feared, he found several things the matter with it, in addition to the motor trouble which had been the cause for Mr. Halling’s call on the young inventor.

“Can she be fixed?” asked the birdman, who explained that, as yet, he was only an amateur in the practice of flying.

“Oh, yes, we can fix her up for you,” said Tom.  “But it will take several days.  You’ll have to leave it here.”

“Well, I’ll be glad to do that, for I know she will be all the better when you get through with her.  But I think I am able to go on home now, and I really ought to.  There is some business I must attend to.”

“Speaking of business,” remarked Tom, “can you tell me anything more of Mr. Damon’s financial troubles?”

“No, not much.  All I know is that when I called on him the other day I found him with his check book out, and he was doing a lot of figuring.  He looked pretty blue and downcast, I can tell you.”

“I’m sorry about that,” spoke Tom, musingly.  “Mr. Damon is a very good friend of mine, and I’d do anything to help him.  I certainly wouldn’t like to see him lose his fortune.  Bad investments, you say it was?”

“Partly so, and yet I’m inclined to think if he does lose his money it will be due to some trickery.  Mr. Damon is not the man to make bad investments by himself.”

“Indeed he is not,” agreed Tom.  “You say he spoke of some man?”

“Yes, but not definitely.  He did not mention any name.  But Mr. Damon was certainly quite blue.”

“That’s unlike him,” remarked Tom.  “He is usually very jolly.  He must be feeling quite badly.  I’ll go over and have a talk with him, as soon as I can.”

“Do.  I think he would appreciate it.  And now I must see about getting home.”