"Sure! We'll see you get it!"
The orders were given, and trays upon trays of edibles were brought to Mike. With what energy he had left, he ate everything as quickly as possible. The men around him stared, not believing how rapidly he could gobble everything down with just one hand! After he was done, he rested a few minutes, sitting, chatting with the men!
"You've never told us your name," The Commander Of The Coast Guard said, "What do we call you, and where can we reach you if we need your help again?"
Mike was lost for a moment on what to tell him. He knew he couldn't give his real name, and wanted a special one, one to match his special powers and costume. Thinking this over he remembered something Jeanie and John McCree had said, then decided to speak.
"My name is Spirit Lad," he said, proudly, "and if you ever need me again, just ask for my help by sending a special message over the television and radio, and I will hear it and come to help."
"Thank you again, from the bottom of our hearts!" The General Of The Army said, saluting to him as he stood up to leave. As Mike soared toward The Institute he felt his strength renewed, but not the use of the paralyzed arm. It was difficult for him to keep his balance in the sky. When he got to the lab everyone couldn't wait to hear the news of what had happened. They were thrilled.
"You're a real hero, Mike!" Cooper said. He patted him on the back, beaming from ear to ear. Larry was beside himself with questions, and couldn't keep still, but Jeanie was in tears when she saw his injured arm, and with Cooper's urgent pleas ushered him to the clinic. Dr. Horton was surprised to hear what had happened with the laser beam.
"What do you think, doc, will I be all right?" Mike asked nervously.
"I'm almost certain the effect will wear off very soon, now. Don't try to put any pressure on it to force the arm to move. When the time comes, you will know it's safe to use. The laser beam acted as a concentrated sunbeam, the speed that it was directed at you was what did you the most harm. I hate to think of what would happen if you'd been hit by a bigger beam! Beware of lasers in the future, son. They are your only known man made danger."
As usual, Dr. Horton's diagnosis was correct. That night Mike's arm was well again. He and Jeanie spent a quiet evening watching the news report about the rescue on television. It said that a mysterious flying stranger known as Spirit Lad, had rescued The Joint Chiefs from the Pentagon and brought General Gauge to justice. Soon everyone would be safe.
Jeanie laughed as she lay on the sofa with her head on Mike's lap.
"It seems so funny for you to be called Spirit Lad!" she commented with a chuckle. "It sounds silly! Why didn't you think of something more creative, like Wonder Man?"
"I remembered you'd called me that when I rescued you from Arthur Moore," he said  with a far-away expression.