"I--yes--no--" Hal Dane was struggling with eagerness and hesitation. "You are more than generous in your offer. Build the gyroscope plane and I will fly it for you in the Onheim Contest--fly it to win for you. But the Onheim Prize is not what I want--I, oh,--this is what I want--" Hal pulled from his inner pocket a ragged clipping. The newspaper date that headed it was three years old. "This is what I want to win, the Vallant Prize for the first non-stop flight across the Pacific--"