Then he reached for his desk 'phone and called up the repair shop.
"Run that Thunder Bird plane into the shop and repair it to-night," he commanded.

"You will probably need to shift motors, but preserve the present appearance of the plane absolutely.

It must be ready to fly at sunrise." Then, being all alone where he could afford to be just a human being, he grinned to himself, "So-ome boy," he chuckled.

"Hope he doesn't lose any sleep to-night.

So-ome boy.".