That night Hal Dane and Fuz McGinnis attended their first banquet. It was not altogether an unmixed pleasure--this the first formal festival in the whole of their work-filled young lives. The fact that they were seated rather high was not altogether comforting to their timidity, either. This was the celebration that had been planned weeks ahead of time and was staged to do honor to the school's guest, Colonel Wiljohn. Then here at the eleventh hour, so to speak, and at the Colonel's especial request, this couple of young aviators had been dragged in to sit next to him.