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Dick Hamilton's Airship; Or, A Young Millionaire in the Clouds

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Title: Dick Hamilton's Airship; Or, A Young Millionaire in the Clouds

Author: Howard Roger Garis


        
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DICK HAMILTON'S AIRSHIP;

OR, A YOUNG MILLIONAIRE IN THE CLOUDS


BY

Howard R. Garis




CONTENTS

      I  THE FALLING BIPLANE
     II  THE COLONEL'S OFFER
    III  DICK'S RESOLVE
     IV  THE ARMY AVIATORS
      V  SUSPICIONS
     VI  DICK'S FIRST FLIGHT
    VII  A QUEER LANDING
   VIII  AT HAMILTON CORNERS
     IX  UNCLE EZRA'S VISIT
      X  BUILDING THE AIRSHIP
     XI  A SURPRISE
    XII  LARSON SEES UNCLE EZRA
   XIII  UNCLE EZRA ACTS QUEERLY
    XIV  THE TRIAL FLIGHT
     XV  IN DANGER
    XVI  DICK IS WARNED
   XVII  OFF FOR THE START
  XVIII  UNCLE EZRA FLIES
    XIX  UNCLE EZRA'S ACCIDENT
     XX  IN NEW YORK
    XXI  OFF FOR THE PACIFIC
   XXII  UNCLE EZRA STARTS OFF
  XXIII  AN IMPROMPTU RACE
   XXIV  GRIT'S GRIP
    XXV  A FORCED LANDING
   XXVI  ON LACK MICHIGAN
  XXVII  A HOWLING GALE
 XXVIII  ABLAZE IN THE CLOUDS
   XXIX  THE RIVAL AIRSHIP
    XXX  AN ATTACK
   XXXI  THE WRECK
  XXXII  SAVING UNCLE EZRA
 XXXIII  WITH UNCLE EZRA'S HELP




CHAPTER I

THE FALLING BIPLANE

"She sure is a fine boat, Dick."

"And she can go some, too!"

"Glad you like her, fellows," replied Dick Hamilton, to the remarks of
his chums, Paul Drew and Innis Beeby, as he turned the wheel of a new
motor-boat and sent the craft about in a graceful sweep toward a small
dock which connected with a little excursion resort on the Kentfield
river.

"Like her!  Who could help it?" asked Paul, looking about admiringly at
the fittings of the craft.  "Why, you could go on a regular cruise in
her!"

"You might if you kept near your base of supplies," remarked Dick.

"Base of supplies!" laughed Innis.  "Can't you forget, for a while,
that you're at a military school, old man, and not give us the sort of
stuff we get in class all the while?"

"Well, what I meant," explained the young millionaire owner of the
motor-boat, "was that you couldn't carry enough food aboard, and have
room to move about, if you went on a very long trip."

"That's right, you couldn't," agreed Paul.  "And of late I seem to have
acquired the eating habit in its worst form."

"I never knew the time when you didn't have it," responded Dick. "I'm
going to give you a chance to indulge in it right now, and I'm going to
profit by your example."

"What's doing?" asked Innis, as he straightened the collar of his
military blouse, for the three were in the fatigue uniforms of the
Kentfield Military Academy, where Dick and his chums attended. Lessons
and practice were over for the day, and the young millionaire had
invited his friends out for a little trip in his new motor-boat.

"I thought we'd just stop at Bruce's place, and get a sandwich and a
cup of coffee," suggested Dick.  "Then we can go on down the river and
we won't have to be back until time for guard-mount.  We'll be better
able to stand it, if we get a bite to eat."

"Right you are, old chap!" exclaimed Paul, and then he, too, began to
smooth the wrinkles out of his blouse and to ease his rather tight
trousers at the knees.

"Say, what's the matter with you dudes, anyhow?" asked Dick, who, after
glancing ahead to see that he was on the right course to the dock,
looked back to give some attention to the motor.

"Matter!  I don't see anything the matter," remarked Innis in casual
tones, while he flicked some dust from his shoes with a spare pocket
handkerchief.

"Why, you two are fussing as though you were a couple of girls at your
first dance," declared Dick, as he adjusted the valves of the oil cups
to supply a little more lubricant to the new motor, which had not yet
warmed up to its work.  "Innis acts as though he were sorry he hadn't
come out in his dress uniform, and as for you, Paul, I'm beginning to
think you are afraid you hadn't shaved.  What's it all about, anyhow?
Old man Bruce won't care whether you have on one tan shoe and one black
one; or whether your hair is parted, or not."

Then Dick, having gotten the motor running to his satisfaction, looked
toward the dock which he was rapidly nearing in his boat. The next
moment he gave a whistle of surprise.

"Ah, ha!  No wonder!" he cried.  "The girls?  So that's why you fellows
were fixing up, and getting yourselves to look pretty.  And you let me
monkey with the motor, and get all grease and dirt while you--  Say, I
guess we'll call off this eating stunt," and he swung over the steering
wheel.

"Oh, I say?" protested Innis.

"Don't be mean?" added Paul. "We haven't seen the girls in some time,
and there's three of 'em--"

Dick laughed. On the dock, under the shade of an awning, he had caught
sight of three pretty girls from town--girls he and his chums knew
quite well.  They were Mabel Hanford, in whom Dick was more than
ordinarily interested, Grace Knox, and Irene Martin.

"I thought I'd get a rise out of you fellows," the young millionaire
went on.  "Trying to get me in bad, were you!"

The boat swerved away from the dock.  The girls, who had arisen,
evidently to come down to the float, and welcome the approaching
cadets, seemed disappointed.  One of them had waved her handkerchief in
response to a salute from Paul.

"Here, take some of this and clean your face," suggested Paul, handing
Dick some cotton waste from a seat locker.

"And here's a bit for your shoes," added Innis, performing a like
service.  "You'll look as good as we do."

"What about my hands?" asked Dick.  "Think I want to go up and sit
alongside of a girl with paws like these?" and he held out one that was
black and oily.

"Haven't you any soap aboard?" asked Innis, for he, like Paul, seemed
anxious that Dick should land them at the dock where the girls were.

"Oh, well, if you fellows are as anxious as all that I s'pose I'll have
to humor you," agreed Dick, with a grin.  "I dare say Bruce can let me
wash up in his place," and he turned the craft back on the course he
had previously been holding.  A little later the motor-boat was made
fast to the float, and the three cadets were greeting the three girls.

"Look out for my hands!" warned Dick, as Miss Hanford's light summer
dress brushed near him.  "I'm all oil and grease. I'll go scrub up, if
you'll excuse me."

"Certainly," said Mabel Hanford, with a rippling laugh.

When Dick returned, he ordered a little lunch served out on the end of
the dock, where they could sit and enjoy the cool breezes, and look at
the river on which were many pleasure craft.

"Where were you boys going?" asked Grace Knox, as she toyed with her
ice-cream spoon.

"Coming to see you," answered Paul promptly.

"As if we'd believe that!" mocked Irene.  "Why, you were going right
past here, and only turned in when you saw us!"

"Dick didn't want to come at all," said Innis.

"He didn't!  Why not?" demanded Mabel.

"Bashful, I guess," murmured Paul.

"No, it was because I didn't want to inflict the company of these two
bores on you ladies!" exclaimed Dick, thus "getting back."

There was much gay talk and laughter, and, as the afternoon was still
young, Dick proposed taking the girls out for a little jaunt in his new
craft He had only recently purchased it, and, after using it at
Kentfield, he intended taking it with him to a large lake, where he and
his father expected to spend the Summer.

"Oh, that was just fine!" cried Mabel, when the ride was over, and the
party was back at the pier.  "Thank you, so much, Dick!"

"Humph!  You have US to thank--not him!" declared Paul.  "He wouldn't
have turned in here if we hadn't made him.  And just because his hands
had a little oil on!"

"Say, don't believe him!" protested the young millionaire.  "I had
proposed coming here before I knew you girls were on the dock."

"Well, we thank all THREE of you!" cried Irene, with a bow that
included the trio of cadets.

"Salute!" exclaimed Paul, and the young soldiers drew themselves up
stiffly, and, in the most approved manner taught at Kentfield, brought
their hands to their heads.

"'Bout face!  Forward--march!" cried Grace, imitating an officer's
orders, and the boys, with laughs stood "at ease."

"See you at the Junior prom!"

"Yes, don't forget."

"And save me a couple of hesitation waltzes!"

"Can you come for a ride tomorrow?"

"Surely!"

This last was the answer of the girls to Dick's invitation, and the
exclamations before that were the good-byes between the girls and boys,
reference being made to a coming dance of the Junior class.

Then Dick and his chums entered the motor-boat and started back for the
military academy.

"You've got to go some to get back in time to let us tog up for
guard-mount," remarked Paul, looking at his watch.

"That's right," added Innis.  "I don't want to get a call-down. I'm
about up to my limit now.

"We'll do it all right," announced Dick.  "I haven't speeded the motor
yet.  I've been warming it up.  I'll show you what she can do!"

He opened wider the gasoline throttle of the engine, and advanced the
timer.  Instantly the boat shot ahead, as the motor ran at twice the
number of revolutions.

"That's something like!" cried Paul admiringly.

"She sure has got speed," murmured Innis.

On they sped, talking of the girls, of their plans for the summer, and
the coming examinations.

"Hark! What's that?" suddenly asked Paul, holding up his hand for
silence.

They were made aware of a curious, humming, throbbing sound.

"Some speed boat," ventured Dick.

"None in sight," objected Paul, with a glance up and down the river,
which at this point ran in a straight stretch for two miles or more.
"You could see a boat if you could hear it as plainly as that."

"It's getting louder," announced Innis.

Indeed the sound was now more plainly to be heard.

Paul gave a quick glance upward.

"Look, fellows!" he exclaimed. "An airship!"

The sound was right over their heads now, and as all three looked up
they saw, soaring over them, a large biplane, containing three figures.
It was low enough for the forms to be distinguished clearly.

"Some airship!" cried Dick, admiringly.

"And making time, too," remarked Innis.

Aircraft were no novelties to the cadets.  In fact part of the
instruction at Kentfield included wireless, and the theoretical use of
aeroplanes in war.  The cadets had gone in a body to several aviation
meets, and once had been taken by Major Franklin Webster, the
instructor in military tactics, to an army meet where several new forms
of biplanes and monoplanes had been tried out, to see which should be
given official recognition.

"I never saw one like that before," remarked Paul, as they watched the
evolutions of the craft above them.

"Neither did I," admitted Dick.

"I've seen one something like that," spoke Innis.

"Where?" his chums wanted to know, as Dick slowed down his boat, the
better to watch the biplane, which was now circling over the river.

"Why, a cousin of mine, Whitfield Vardon by name, has the airship craze
pretty bad," resumed Innis.  "He has an idea he can make one that will
maintain its equilibrium no matter how the wind blows or what happens.
But, poor fellow, he's spent all his money on experiments and he hasn't
succeeded.  The last I heard, he was about down and out, poor chap.  He
showed me a model of his machine once, and it looked a lot like this.
But this one seems to work, and his didn't--at least when I saw it."

"It's mighty interesting to watch, all right," spoke Paul, "but we'll
be in for a wigging if we miss guard-mount.  Better speed her along,
Dick."

"Yes, I guess so.  But we've got time--"

Dick never finished that sentence.  Innis interrupted him with a cry of:

"Look, something's wrong on that aircraft!"

"I should say so!" yelled Paul.  "They've lost control of her!"

The big biplane was in serious difficulties, for it gave a lurch,
turned turtle, and then, suddenly righting, shot downward for the river.

"They're going to get a ducking, all right!" cried Innis.

"Yes, and they may be killed, or drowned," added Paul.

"I'll do what I can to save 'em!" murmured Dick, as he turned on more
power, and headed his boat for the place where the aircraft was likely
to plunge into the water.

Hardly had he done so when, with a great splash, and a sound as of an
explosion, while a cloud of steam arose as the water sprayed on the hot
motor, the aircraft shot beneath the waves raised by the
rapidly-whirling propellers.

"Stand ready now!"

"Get out a preserver!"

"Toss 'em that life ring!"

"Ready with the boat hook!  Slow down your engine, Dick."

The motor-boat was at the scene of the accident, and when one of the
occupants of the wrecked airship came up to the surface Dick made a
grab for him, catching the boat hook in the neck of his coat.

The next instant Dick gave a cry of surprise.

"Larry Dexter--the reporter!" he fairly shouted. "How in the world--"

"Let me get aboard--I'll talk when--when I get rid of--of--some of this
water!" panted Larry Dexter.  "Can you save the others?"

"I've got one!" shouted Paul.  "Give me a hand, Innis!"

Together the two cadets lifted into the motorboat a limp and bedraggled
figure.  And, no sooner had he gotten a glimpse of the man's face, than
Innis Beeby cried:

"By Jove!  If it isn't my cousin, Whitfield Vardon!"



CHAPTER II

THE COLONEL'S OFFER

Two more surprised youths than Dick Hamilton and Innis Beeby would have
been hard to find.  That the young millionaire should meet Larry
Dexter, a newspaper reporter with whom he had been acquainted some
time, in this startling fashion was one thing to wonder at, but that
Innis should help in the rescue of his cousin, of whom he had just been
speaking, was rather too much to crowd into a few strenuous moments.

"Whitfield!" gasped Innis, when his cousin had been safely gotten
aboard.  "How in the world did you get here?  And was that your craft?"

"Yes.  But don't stop to talk now!" gasped the rescued aviator. "My
machinist, Jack Butt, went down with us!  Can you see anything of him?"

Eagerly the eyes of the cadets searched the waters that had now
subsided from the commotion caused by the plunging down of the wrecked
aircraft.  Then Dick cried:

"I see something moving!  Right over there!"

He pointed to where the water was swirling, and the next moment he
threw in the clutch of his motor.  The propeller churned the water to
foam, and the craft shot ahead.

The next instant a body came to the surface.  A man began to strike out
feebly, but it was evident he was nearly drowned.

"That's Jack!  That's my helper!" cried Mr. Vardon.  "Can you save him?"

"Take the wheel!" shouted Dick to Paul.  And then, as the motor-boat
shot ahead, the rich youth leaned over the gunwale, and, holding on to
a forward deck cleat with one hand, he reached over, and with the
other, caught the coat collar of the swimmer, who had thrown up his
arms, and was about to sink again.

"I'll give you a hand!" cried Innis, and between them the cadets lifted
into the boat the now inert form of Jack Butt.

"Stop the motor!"

"First aid!"

"We've got to try artificial respiration!"

In turn Innis, Paul and Dick shot out these words.  And, seeing that
the other two rescued ones were in no need of attention, the cadets
proceeded to put to practical use the lessons in first aid to the
drowning they had learned at Kentfield.

And, while this is going on I am going to take just a few moments, in
which to tell my new readers something about the previous books in this
series.

The only son of Mortimer Hamilton, of Hamilton Corners, in New York
state, Dick was a millionaire in his own right.  His mother had left
him a large estate, and in the first volume of this series, entitled,
"Dick Hamilton's Fortune; Or, The Stirring Doings of a Millionaire's
Son," I related what Dick had to do in order to become fully possessed
of a large sum of money.  He had to prove that he was really capable of
handling it, and he nearly came to grief in doing this, as many a
better youth might have done.

Dick's uncle, Ezra Larabee, of Dankville, was a rich man, but a miser.
He was not in sympathy with Dick, nor with the plans his sister, Dick's
mother, had made for her son.  Consequently, Uncle Ezra did all he
could to make it unpleasant for Dick while the latter was paying him a
visit of importance.

But Dick triumphed over his uncle, and also over certain sharpers who
tried to get the best of him.

My second volume, entitled, "Dick Hamilton's Cadet Days, Or, The
Handicap of a Millionaire's Son," deals with our hero's activities at
the Kentfield Military Academy.  This was a well-known school, at the
head of which was Colonel Masterly.  Major Henry Rockford was the
commandant, and the institution turned out many first-class young men,
with a groundwork of military training. The school was under the
supervision of officers from the regular army, the resident one being
Major Webster.

Dick had rather a hard time at Kentfield--at first--for he had to get
over the handicap of being a millionaire.  But how he did it you may
read, and, I trust, enjoy.

In "Dick Hamilton's Steam Yacht; Or, A Young Millionaire and the
Kidnappers," Dick got into a "peck of trouble," to quote his chum,
Innis Beeby.  But the rich youth finally triumphed over the designs of
Uncle Ezra, and was able to foil some plotters.

"Dick Hamilton's Football Team; Or, A Young Millionaire On the
Gridiron," tells of the efforts of Dick to make a first-class eleven
from the rather poor material he found at Kentfield.  How he did it,
though not without hard work, and how the team finally triumphed over
the Blue Hill players, you will find set down at length in the book.

"Dick Hamilton's Touring Car; Or, A Young Millionaire's Race for a
Fortune," took our hero on a long trip, and in one of the largest,
finest and most completely equipped automobiles that a certain firm had
ever turned out.

I have mentioned Larry Dexter, and I might say that in a line entitled,
"The Young Reporter Series," I have give an account of the doings of
this youth who rose from the position of office boy on a New York
newspaper to be a "star" man, that is, one entrusted with writing only
the biggest kind of stories.  Dick had met Larry while in New York, and
Larry had profited by the acquaintanceship by getting a "beat," or
exclusive story, about the young millionaire.

On the return of Dick and his cadet chums from a trip to California,
the rich youth had again taken up his studies at Kentfield.

And now we behold him, out in his motor-boat, having just succeeded in
helping rescue the master and "crew" of the aircraft that had plunged
into the river.

"There; he breathed."

"I think he's coming around now."

"Better get him to shore though.  He'll need a doctor!"

Thus remarked Dick, Paul and Innis as they labored over the unfortunate
mechanician of the biplane.  They had used artificial respiration on
him until he breathed naturally.

"I'll start the boat," announced Dick, for the craft had been allowed
to drift while the lifesaving work was going on.  "We want to make time
back."

"This certainly is a surprise," remarked Larry Dexter, as he tried to
wring some of the water out of his clothes.

"More to me than it is to you, I guess," suggested Dick.  "I suppose
you birdmen are used to accidents like this?"

"More or less," answered the cousin of Innis Beeby.  "But I never
expected to come to grief, and be rescued by Innis."

"Nor did I expect to see you," said the cadet.

"We were just speaking of you, or, rather I was, as we saw your craft
in the air.  I was wondering if you had perfected your patent."

"It doesn't look so--does it?" asked the airship inventor, with a
rueful smile in the direction of the sunken aircraft.  "I guess I'm at
the end of my rope," he added, sadly.  "But I'm glad none of us was
killed."

"So am I!" exclaimed Dick.  "But how in the world did you come to take
up aviation, Larry?" he asked, of the young newspaper man. "Have you
given up reporting?"

"No indeed," replied Larry Dexter.  "But this air game is getting to be
so important, especially the army and navy end of it, that my paper
decided we ought to have an expert of our own to keep up with the
times.  So they assigned me to the job, and I'm learning how to manage
an aircraft.  I guess the paper figures on sending me out to scout in
the clouds for news.  Though if I don't make out better than this,
they'll get someone else in my place."

"Something went wrong--I can't understand it," said the aircraft
inventor, shaking his head.  "The machine ought not to have plunged
down like that.  I can't understand it."

"I'd like to send the story back to my paper," went on Larry.

"Always on the lookout for news!" remarked Dick.  "We'll see that you
send off your yarn all right.  There's a telegraph office in the
Academy now.  I'll fix it for you."

The run to the school dock was soon made, and the arrival of Dick's
motor-boat, with the rescued ones from the airship, which had been seen
flying over the parade grounds a little while before, made some
commotion.

"We've missed guard-mount!" remarked Innis, as he saw the other cadets
at the drill.

"Can't be helped.  We had a good excuse," said Dick.  "Now we've got to
attend to him," and he nodded at Jack Butt, who seemed to have
collapsed again.

With military promptness, the mechanic was carried to the hospital, and
the school doctor was soon working over him.  Meanwhile, dry garments
had been supplied to Larry and Mr. Vardon.  A messenger came from
Colonel Masterly to learn what was going on, and, when he heard of the
rescue, Dick and his chums were excused from taking part in the day's
closing drill.

"He's coming around all right," the physician remarked to the young
millionaire, on the way from the hospital, where he had been attending
Jack Butt.  "It seems that he was entangled in some part of the
aircraft, and couldn't get to the surface until he was nearly drowned.
But he's all right now, though he needs rest and care."

"I wonder if he can stay here?" asked Dick.  "Oh, yes, I'll attend to
that for you," the doctor promised.  "I'll arrange with Colonel
Masterly about that.  And your other friends--I think they should
remain, too.  They probably are in rather an unpleasant plight."

"I'll look after them," said Dick.  "I can put them up.  One is a
newspaper man, and the other a cousin of Beeby's.  He's an airship
inventor."

"Is that so?  Colonel Masterly might be interested to know that."

"Why?" asked Dick.

"Because I understand that he is about to add a course in aviation to
the studies here.  It has been discussed in faculty meetings, so it is
no secret."

"An aviation course at Kentfield!" cried Dick, with shining eyes.

"Yes.  Are you interested?" the doctor asked.

"Well, I hadn't thought about it, but I believe I should like to have
an airship," the young millionaire went on.  "Down, Grit, down!" he
commanded, as a beautiful bulldog came racing from the stables to fawn
upon his master.  I used the word "beautiful" with certain
restrictions, for Grit was about the homeliest bulldog in existence.

But his very hideousness made him "beautiful" to a lover of dogs. He
jumped about in delight at seeing Dick again, for he had been shut up,
so he would not insist on going out in the motor-boat.

Quarters were provided for Larry Dexter, who sent off a brief account
of the accident to the airship, and Mr. Vardon was looked after by
Innis.  Butt, of course, remained in the hospital.

Dr. Morrison was right when he said that Colonel Masterly would be
interested in meeting the luckless aviator.  Innis took his cousin to
the head of the school, and Mr. Vardon told of his invention, briefly,
and also of the mishap to his biplane.

"Perhaps this is providential," said the colonel musingly.  "For some
time I have been considering the starting of an aviation course here,
and it may be you would like to assist me in it.  I want the cadets to
learn something about the fundamentals of heavier-than-air machines.
Will you accept a position as instructor?"

"I will, gladly," said Mr. Vardon.  "I might as well admit that I have
no further funds to pursue my experiments, though I am satisfied that I
am on the right track.  But my machine is wrecked."

"Perhaps it can be raised," said the colonel, cheerfully.  "We will
talk about that later.  And we may find a way to have you conduct your
experiments here."

"I can not thank you enough, sir," returned the aviator.  "And I am
also deeply indebted to my cousin's chum--Dick Hamilton.  But for him,
and the other cadets in the boat, we might all have been drowned."

"I'm glad we were on hand," said Dick, with a smile.



CHAPTER III

DICK'S RESOLVE

"What do you know about that?"

"A regular course in aviation!"

"And birdmen from the United States Army to came here and show us how
to do stunts!"

"Well, you fellows can go in for it if you like, but automobiling is
dangerous enough sport for me."

"Ah, what's the matter with you?  Flying is pretty nearly as safe now
as walking!  Not half as many birdmen have been killed as there have
railroad travelers."

"No, because there are more railroad travelers to be killed.  No cloud
flights for mine!"

A group of cadets, Dick, Innis and Paul among them, were discussing the
latest news at Kentfield.

It was the day following the accident to the biplane.  After a brief
consultation with Mr. Vardon, and a calling together of his faculty
members, Colonel Masterly had made formal announcement that a course in
aviation would be open at Kentfield for those who cared to take it.

"I think it will be great!" cried Dick.

"Are you going in for it?" asked Paul.

"I sure am--if dad will let me."

"Oh, I guess he will all right," spoke Innis, "He lets you do almost
anything you want to--in reason.  But I know a certain person who WILL
object."

"Who?" asked Dick, fondling his dog.

"Your Uncle Ezra!"

"I guess that's so!" laughed Dick.  "He'll say it's expensive, and all
that sort of thing, and that I'll be sure to break my neck, or at least
fracture an arm.  But we saw one accident that came out pretty well.  I
think I'll take a chance."

"So will I!" cried Paul.

"I guess you can count me in," agreed Innis, slowly.

"How about it, Larry?" asked Dick, as the young reporter came across
the campus.  "How does it feel to sail above the clouds?"

"Well, I haven't yet gone up that far. This is only about my fifth
flight, and we only did 'grass cutting' for the first few--that is
going up only a little way above the ground.  I had to get used to it
gradually.

"But it's great!  I like it, and you're only afraid the first few
minutes.  After that you don't mind it a bit--that is not until you get
into trouble, as we did."

"And I can't understand that trouble, either," said Mr. Vardon, who had
joined the group of cadets.  "Something went wrong!"

"You mean something was MADE to go wrong," put in Jack Butt, who had
now recovered sufficiently to be about.

"Something made to go wrong?" repeated Dick Hamilton, wonderingly.

"That's what I said.  That machine was tampered with before we started
on our flight. I'm sure of it, and if we could get it up from the
bottom of the river I could prove it."

"Be careful," warned the aviator.  "Do you know what you are saying,
Jack?  Who would tamper with my machine?"

"Well, there are many who might have done it," the machinist went on.
"Some of the mechanics you have discharged for not doing their work
properly might have done it.  But the fellow I suspect is that young
army officer who got huffy because you wouldn't explain all about your
equalizing gyroscope, or stabilizer."

"Oh--you mean him?" gasped the aviator.

"That's the man," declared Jack.  "He went off mad when you turned him
down, and I heard him muttering to himself about 'getting even.' I'm
sure he's the chap to blame for our accident."

"I should dislike to think that of anyone," said Mr. Vardon, slowly.
"But I am sure something was wrong with my aircraft.  It had worked
perfectly in other trials, and then it suddenly went back on me. I
should like a chance to examine it."

"We'll try and give you that chance," said Colonel Masterly, who came
up at that moment.  "We are to have a drill in building a pontoon
bridge across the river tomorrow, and I will order it thrown across the
stream at the point where your airship went down.  Then we may be able
to raise the craft."

"That will be fine!" exclaimed the airship man.  "I may even be able to
save part of my craft, to use in demonstration purposes.  I may even be
able, to use part of it in building another.  It was a fine machine,
but something went wrong."

"Something was made to go wrong!" growled Jack Butt.  "If ever we raise
her I'll prove it, too."

"Well, young gentlemen, I suppose you have heard the news?" questioned
the colonel, as the aviator-inventor and his helper walked off to one
side of the campus, talking earnestly together.

"You mean about the airship instruction we are to get here, sir?" asked
Dick.

"That's it.  And I am also glad to announce that I have heard from the
war department, and they are going to send some army aviators here to
give us the benefit of their work, and also to show some of you cadets
how to fly."

There was a cheer at this, though some of the lads looked a bit dubious.

"Are you really going in for it, Dick?" asked Innis, after there had
been an informal discussion among the colonel and some of the boys
about the aviation instruction.

"Well, I am, unless I change my mind," replied Dick, with a smile. "Of
course, after I make my first flight, if I ever do, it may be my last
one."

"Huh!  You're not taking a very cheerful view of it," retorted Innis,
"to think that you're going to come a smash the first shot out of the
locker."

"Oh, I didn't mean just that," replied Dick, quickly.  "I meant that I
might lose my nerve after the first flight, and not go up again."

"Guess there isn't much danger of you losing your nerve," said Paul
Drew, admiringly.  "I've generally noticed that you have it with you on
most occasions."

"Thanks!" exclaimed Dick, with a mock salute.

Strolling over the campus, Dick and his chums talked airships and
aviation matters until it was time for guard-mount.

During the next day or two it might have been noticed that Dick
Hamilton was rather more quiet than usual.  In fact his chums did
notice, and comment on it.  A number of times they had seen the young
millionaire in a brown study, walking off by himself, and again he
could be observed strolling about, gazing earnestly up at the clouds
and sky.

"Say, I wonder what's come over Dick?" asked Paul of Innis one
afternoon.

"Blessed if I know," was the answer, "unless he's fallen in love."

"Get out!  He's too sensible.  But he sure has something on his mind."

"I agree with you.  Well, if he wants to know he'll tell us."

So they let the matter drop for the time being.  But Dick's abstraction
grew deeper.  He wrote a number of letters, and sent some telegrams,
and his friends began to wonder if matters at Dick's home were not
altogether right.

But the secret, if such it could be called, was solved by the
unexpected arrival of Mr. Hamilton at Kentfield.  He appeared on the
campus after drill one day, and Dick greeted his parent
enthusiastically.

"So you got here, after all, Dad?" he cried, as he shook hands, Paul
and Innis also coming over to meet the millionaire.

"Well, I felt I just had to come, Dick, after all you wrote and
telegraphed me," replied Mr. Hamilton.  "I thought we could do better
by having a talk than by correspondence.  But, I tell you, frankly, I
don't approve of what you are going to do."

Dick's chums looked curiously at him.

"I may as well confess," laughed the young millionaire, "I'm thinking
of buying an airship, fellows."

"Whew!" whistled Paul.

"That's going some, as the boys say," commented Innis.  "Tell us all
about it."

"I will," said Dick, frankly.  "It's been on my mind the last few days,
and--"

"So that's been your worry!" interrupted Paul.  "I knew it was
something, but I never guessed it was that.  Fire ahead."

"Ever since your cousin came here, Innis, in his craft, and since the
colonel has arranged for aviation instruction, I've been thinking of
having an airship of my own," Dick resumed.  "I wrote to dad about it,
but he didn't seem to take to the idea very much."

"No, I can't say that I did," said Mr. Hamilton, decidedly.  "I
consider it dangerous."

"It's getting more safe every day, Dad.  Look how dangerous
automobiling was at the start, and yet that's nearly perfect now,
though of course there'll always be accidents.  But I won't go in for
this thing, Dad, if you really don't want me to."

"Well, I won't say no, and I'll not say yes--at least not just yet,"
said Mr. Hamilton slowly.  "I want to think it over, have a talk with
some of these 'birdmen' as you call them, and then you and I'll
consider it together, Dick.  That's why I came on.  I want to know more
about it before I make up my mind."

Mr. Hamilton became the guest of the colonel, as he had done on several
occasions before, and, in the following days, he made as careful a
study of aviation as was possible under the circumstances. He also had
several interviews with Mr. Vardon.

"Have you decided to let your son have an airship of his own?" the
colonel asked, when the millionaire announced that he would start for
New York the following morning.

"Well, I've been thinking pretty hard about the matter," was the
answer.  "I hardly know what to do.  I'm afraid it's only another one
of Dick's hare-brained ideas, and if he goes in for it, he'll come a
cropper.

"And, maybe, on the whole, it wouldn't be a bad idea to let him go in
for it, and make a fizzle of it.  It would be a good lesson to him,
though I would certainly regret, exceedingly, if he were even slightly
injured.

"On the other hand Dick is pretty lucky.  He may come out all right. I
suppose he'll go in and try to win some prizes at these aviation meets
they hold every once in a while."

"Yes, there are to be several," spoke the colonel.  "I heard something
about the government offering a big prize for a successful
trans-continental flight--from the Atlantic to the Pacific, but I know
nothing of the details."

"Well, I suppose Dick would be rash enough to try for that, if he hears
about it," murmured Mr. Hamilton.  "I guess, taking it on all sides,
that I'll let him have an airship, if only to prove that he can't work
it.  He needs a little toning down, most young chaps do, I fancy.  I
know I did when I was a lad.  Yes, if he makes a fizzle of it, the
lesson may be worth something to him--throwing his money away on an
airship.  But I'll give my consent."

And when Dick was told by his parent, not very enthusiastically, that
he might secure an aircraft, the young cadet's delight was great.

"That's fine!" he cried, shaking hands heartily with his father.

"Well, I hope you succeed in flying your machine, when you get it, but,
as the Scotchman said, 'I have my doubts,'" said Mr. Hamilton, grimly.

"Humph!" mused Dick later.  "Dad doesn't think much of me in the
aviator class, I guess.  But I'll go in for this thing now, if only to
show him that I can do it!  I've done harder stunts, and if the
Hamilton luck doesn't fail, I'll do this.  I'll make a long flight, and
put one over on dad again.  He thinks I can't do it--but I'll show him
I can!" exclaimed Dick, with sparkling eyes.

Dick communicated his father's decision to Paul and Innis.

"I'm going to have an airship!" he cried.  "It wasn't easy to get dad's
consent, but he gave it.  Now, how about you fellows coming on a cruise
in the clouds with me?"

"Say, how big a machine are you going to have?" Paul wanted to know.

"Well, my ideas are rather hazy yet," admitted the young millionaire,
"but if I can get it built, it's going to be one of the biggest
airships yet made.  We'll travel in style, if we travel at all," he
said, with a laugh.  "I'm thinking of having an aircraft with some sort
of enclosed cabin on it."

"Say, that will be quite an elaborate affair," commented Innis.

"The question is, will you fellows take a chance with me in it?" asked
Dick.

"Well, I guess so," responded Paul, slowly.

Innis nodded in rather a faint-hearted fashion.

"Now," said Dick, "I want to see--"

He was interrupted by shouts in the direction of the river.

"There she is!"

"She's floating down!"

"Let's get her!"

A number of cadets were thus crying out.

"Come on!" yelled Dick.  "Something's happened!  Maybe my motor-boat is
adrift!"



CHAPTER IV

THE ARMY AVIATORS

Dick, Paul and Innis set off at a quick pace toward the stream which
flowed at the foot of the broad expanse of green campus and parade
ground.  As they hurried on they were joined by other cadets in like
haste.

"What is it?" asked the young millionaire.

"Don't know," was the answer.  "Something happened on the river, that's
all I heard."

Dick and his chums were soon in a position to see for themselves, and
what they beheld was a curious sort of raft, with torn sails, or so at
least it seemed, floating down with the current.  Then, as the waters
swirled about the odd craft, a piece, like the tail of some great fish,
arose for a moment.

"What in the name of Gatling guns is it?" asked Paul, wonderingly.

"It's the airship!" cried Innis.  "My cousin's wrecked airship!  It
must have been stuck in the mud, or held by some snag, and now it's
come to the surface.  We ought to get it.  He'll want to save it. Maybe
he can use part of the engine again, and he's out of funds to buy a new
one, I know."

"Besides, he wants to see if it had been tampered with by someone so as
to bring about an accident," suggested Paul.

"We'll get it!" cried Dick.  "Come on!  In my motor-boat!"

The speedy watercraft was in readiness for a run, and the three cadets,
racing down to her, soon had the motor started and the bow of the boat
pointed to the floating airship.  The latter was moving slowly from the
force of the current, which was not rapid here.  The affair of wings,
struts, planes and machinery floated, half submerged, and probably
would not have sunk when the accident occurred except that the great
speed at which it was travelling forced it below the surface, even as
one can force under a piece of wood.

But the wood rises, and the buoyant airship would have done the same,
perhaps, save for the fact that it had become caught.  Now it was freed.

"Make this rope fast to it," directed Dick, as he guided his motor-boat
close to the airship.  "We'll tow it to the dock."

Paul and Innis undertook this part of the work, and in a few moments
the Mabel, Dick's boat, was headed toward shore, towing the wrecked
airship.  A crowd of the cadets awaited with interest the arrival.

When the Mabel had been made fast to the dock, other ropes were
attached to the aircraft that floated at her stern, and the wrecked
biplane was slowly hauled up the sloping bank of the stream.

"Some smash, that!"

"Look at the planes, all bent and twisted!"

"But the motor is all there!"

"Say, she's bigger than I thought she was!"

Thus the young cadets commented on the appearance of the craft as it
was hauled out.  Word had been sent to Mr. Vardon and his helper to
come and look at the salvaged wreck, and they were goon on the scene,
together with Larry Dexter, who, as usual, was always on hand when
there was a chance to get an item of news.

"I'll get another scoop out of this for my paper!" he exclaimed to
Dick.  "Then I guess I'd better be getting back to New York.  They may
want to send me on some other assignment, for it doesn't look as though
I'd do any more flying through the air in that machine."

"Say, don't be in too much of a hurry to go away," remarked Dick, as he
ceased from pulling on the rope attached to the wrecked airship.

"Why not?" asked Larry.  "What do you mean?"

"Well, you're not on any regular news stunt just now; are you?"
inquired Dick, of the young reporter.  "That is, you don't have to
report back to the office at any special time."

"No," replied Larry.  "I'm a sort of free lance.  I'm supposed to be
learning how to run an airship so I can qualify, and get a license, and
be able to help out the paper on such a stunt if they need me.  They
assigned me to this Mr. Vardon because it looked as though he had a
good thing.  Now that it's busted I suppose I'll be sent out with some
other aviator, and I'd better be getting back to New York and find out
what the paper wants me to do."

"Well, as I said, don't be in too much of a hurry," went on Dick with a
smile.

"You talk and act as though there was something in the wind," remarked
Larry.

"There is, and there's going to be something more in the wind soon, or,
rather, in the air," said Dick. "I might as well tell you, I'm going to
have an airship, and--"

"You are!" interrupted Larry.  "Good for you! I'll give you a good
write-up when you make your first flight."

"I wasn't thinking so much of that," proceeded the young millionaire.
"But when I do get my airship I'd like to have you make some flights
with me.  That might serve your end as well as going with some other
aviator, and you could be getting in the practice that your paper wants
for you."

"Fine and dandy!" cried Larry.  "I'm with you, Dick.  I'll send off a
wire at once, and let the managing editor know I'm going to get right
on the flying job again.  This will be great!"

"I don't know that there'll be such an awful lot of news in it at
first," went on Dick, "for I've got to learn this art of flying, and I
don't expect to do any hair-raising stunts right off the reel.

"But, Larry, there may be other news for you around this Academy soon."

"Real news?"

"Yes.  You probably heard what Mr. Vardon said about his machine being
tampered with."

"I sure did.  And I think the same thing myself.  It worked to
perfection the day before, and then, all at once, she turned turtle.
The gyroscope equilibrizer must have broken."

"Well, you can see what happened, for we've got her out of the water
now," said Dick.  "And there may be more news when the army aviators
arrive."

"Are they coming here?  I hadn't heard.  I've been so busy getting
straightened out after my plunge into the river."

"Yes, they're coming here to give us instructions, and there may be all
sorts of stunts pulled off.  So you'd better stick."

"I will, thanks.  But I'm mostly interested in your airship.  It sure
will be great to take a flight with you.  But there's Mr. Vardon.  I
want to hear what he says."

The aviator, and his helper, who had almost fully recovered from their
narrow escape from death, were carefully examining the airship which
was now hauled out on a level spot in the campus, just above the river
bank.  Eagerly the cadets crowded around the machine.

"Come here, Grit!" called Dick to his prize bulldog.  "First you know
someone will step on you, and you'll just naturally take a piece out of
his leg.  You don't belong in a crowd."

Grit came at the word of command, and Dick, slipping on the leash, gave
the animal in charge of one of the orderlies to be taken to the stable.
Grit whined and barked in protest at being separated from his master,
but Dick wanted no accidents.

"Do you find anything wrong?" asked Innis of his cousin, as the latter
went carefully over each part of the wrecked airship.

"Well, it's hard to say, on account of there being so many broken
places," was the answer.  "The engine is not as badly smashed as I
expected, but it will take some time to examine and test the gyroscope
attachment.  I shall remove it and set it up separately."

"Well, it's my opinion that it was monkeyed with, and done on purpose,
too!" declared Jack Butt.  "And I could almost name the fellow who did
it.  He was--"

"Hush!  No names, if you please," interrupted the aviator.  "We will
investigate first."

"All right, sir!  Just as you say," grudgingly agreed the other. "But
if ever I get my hands on him--!"

Jack Butt looked rather vindictive, and probably with good reason. For
had he not been near to death; and, as he thought, through the evil
work of some enemy.

The wrecked aircraft was hauled to one of the barrack sheds, which Mr.
Vardon announced would be his temporary workshop for possible repairs.

The rest of that day, and all of the next, was spent by Mr. Vardon in
taking his wrecked machine apart, saving that which could be used
again, and looking particularly for defects in the gyroscope
stabilizer, or equilibrizer.  Larry and Jack Butt helped at this work,
and Dick, and the other cadets, spent as much time as they could from
their lessons and drills watching the operations.

For the students were much interested in aviation, and, now that it was
known that the army aviators were to come to Kentfield, and that Dick
Hamilton, one of the best liked of the cadets, was to have a big
airship of his own, many who had said they would never make a flight,
were changing their minds.

It was one afternoon, about a week following the wrecking of Mr.
Vardon's machine, that, as the cadets in their natty uniforms were
going through the last drill of the day, a peculiar sound was heard in
the air over the parade ground.

There was a humming and popping, a throbbing moan, as it were, and
despite the fact that the orders were "eyes front!" most of the cadets
looked up.

And they saw, soaring downward toward the campus which made an ideal
landing spot, two big aircraft.

"The army aviators!" someone cried, nor was there any rebuke from the
officers.  "The army aviators!"

"At ease!" came the order, for the commandant realized that the
students could hardly be expected to stand at attention when there was
the chance to see an airship land.

Then a few seconds later, the two craft came gently down to the ground,
undulating until they could drop as lightly as a boy's kite. And, as
they came to a stop with the application of the drag brake, after
rolling a short distance on the bicycle wheels, the craft were
surrounded by the eager cadets.



CHAPTER V

SUSPICIONS

Casting aside the straps that bound them to their machines, the army
aviators leaped lightly from their seats.  The big propellers, from
which the power had been cut off, as the birdmen started to volplane to
the ground, ceased revolving, and the hum and roar of the powerful
motors was no more heard.

In their big, leather helmets, and leather jackets, and with their
enormous goggles on, the birdmen looked like anything but
spick-and-span soldiers of Uncle Sam.  But dress in the army has
undergone a radical change.  The "fuss and feathers" are gradually
disappearing, and utility is the word.  It was so in regard to the
aviators.  They were not hampered by uniforms.

"Kentfield Military Academy?" inquired one of the officers, evidently
in command.  He looked about for someone in authority.

"Kentfield Academy, sir," replied Colonel Masterly who had come up. "I
am in charge here," and he introduced himself.  The army man, who wore
a captain's shoulder straps, saluted and remarked:

"I am Captain Grantly, in charge.  That is Captain Wakefield, in the
other machine.  With him is Lieutenant McBride, and my companion is
Lieutenant Larson.  I presume you expected us?"

"Oh, yes," said Colonel Masterly, as he shook hands with the visitors.
"I'm sure we are all glad to see you."

Dick and his chums looked on with interest.  The army aviators seemed
efficient and pleasant men--that is all but one.  The first sight he
had of the face of Lieutenant Larson, after the latter had removed his
protecting helmet and goggles, made Dick say to himself:

"That fellow will bear watching!  I don't like the look in his eyes."

But Dick said nothing of this to Paul or Innis.  He made up his mind he
would learn their impressions later.

"We thought we might as well come on in the machines, as to have them
taken down, shipped here, and then have to assemble them again, would
take too much time," went on Captain Grantly.  "Though we expect,
later, to give your students a practical demonstration in how the
biplanes are put together, so they may understand something of how to
make repairs.

"We came on from the nearest army aviation grounds, and had a most
successful flight.  I must send back word to Major Dalton."

"Our telephone, or telegraph service, is at your disposal," said
Colonel Masterly.  "If you will come with me--"

"Excuse me, but we carry with us our own means of communication," said
Captain Grantly with a smile.  "We are going on the assumption,
constantly, that we are in an enemy's country.

"Consequently we go prepared as though there were a state of war. We
shall communicate with our base by means of wireless."

"I am afraid we can't accommodate you there," went on the head of the
military school.  "We are installing a wireless outfit, but it is not
yet completed," the colonel said.

"Oh, we carry our own!" was the unexpected retort.  "Lieutenant Larson,
if you and Lieutenant McBride will get the balloon ready, Captain
Wakefield and myself will work out the cipher dispatch, and send it.

"We use a code in our wireless," he went on to explain, "and it takes a
few minutes to make up the message."

"But I heard you speak of a balloon," said Colonel Masterly.  "I don't
see how you carry one on your machine."

"Here it is," was the answer, and a deflated rubberized silk bag was
produced from a locker back of the pilot's seat.  "This is the latest
idea in airship wireless," went on Captain Grantly, as he directed the
lieutenants to get out the rest of the apparatus.  "We carry with us a
deflated balloon, which will contain about two hundred cubic yards of
lifting gas.  The gas itself, greatly compressed, is in this cylinder.
There's enough for several chargings.

"We fill the balloon, and attach to it our aerial wires.  The balloon
takes them up about four hundred feet--the wires weigh about twenty
pounds, I might say.  Then we carry a light sending instrument.  It has
a considerable range, though we can receive messages from a much
greater distance than we can send, as our force for a sending current
is limited."

As he was talking the others were working, and the cadets looked on
interestedly.  The drill had been abandoned, and officers and students
crowded up near the army aviators to see what was going on.

With a sharp hiss the compressed gas rushed from the containing
cylinder into the deflated balloon.  The silken sides puffed out,
losing their wrinkles.  The balloon gradually assumed larger
proportions.

"Ready with the wires?" asked Captain Grantly.

"All ready, sir," replied Lieutenant Larson.  Dick now heard him speak
for the first time, and did not like his voice.  There are some persons
who make a bad impression on you at the first meeting. Often this may
he unjustified, but Dick's first impressions were seldom wrong.

The wires, forming the wireless aerial, were carried up on two light
spreaders, hanging down from a network that went over the balloon bag.
From the aerials depended the wires that were attached to the receiving
and sending apparatus.  These wires were on a reel, and would he
uncoiled as the balloon arose.  The earth-end would be attached to the
telephone receivers and to the apparatus, consisting of a spark-gap
wheel and other instruments designed to send into space the electrical
impulses that could be broken up into dots, dashes and spaces, spelling
out words according to the Morse or Continental code--whichever was
used.

Captain Grantly looked over everything.  His assistants signified that
every connection was made.

"Send her up," ordered the commander, and as the catch, holding the
balloon, was released the spherical bag of gas shot into the air,
carrying with it the aerials, and unreeling the connecting wires.

Quickly it rose to nearly five hundred feet, and, when it had been
anchored, all was soon in readiness.

Meanwhile a code dispatch had been written out, and as it was handed to
Captain Wakefield, who was to operate the wireless, he began depressing
the key that made and broke the electrical current.  The current itself
came from a small, but powerful, storage battery, and it had been
switched on. The current also set in motion a toothed wheel of brass.
This wheel revolved on its axis with the points, or teeth, passing
rapidly in front of a platinum contact point.

As each tooth thus came in opposition to the point, a blue spark of
electricity would shoot out with a vicious snap; that is if the
connection key were pressed down.  If the key were not depressed no
current flowed.

I presume most of you understand how the wireless works, so I will not
give you a complete description save to say that it is just like a
telegraph system, in fundamentals.  The only difference is that no
connecting metallic wires are needed between stations.

A group of wires in parallels, called "aerials," are hung in the air at
one point, or station, and a similar set is suspended at the other
station.  The electrical current jumps through the air from one group
of wires to the other, without being directly connected, hence the name
"wireless," though really some wires are used.

The electrical impulse can be sent for thousands of miles through the
air, without any directly connecting wires.  And the method of
communication is by means of dots, dashes and spaces.

You have doubtless heard the railroad or other telegraph instruments
clicking.  You can hold your table knife blade between two tines of
your fork, and imitate the sound of the telegraph very easily.

If you move your knife blade up and down once, quickly, that will
represent a dot.  If you move it more slowly, holding it down for a
moment, that would be a dash.  A space would be the interval between a
dot and a dash, or between two dots or two dashes.

Thus, by combinations of dots, dashes and spaces, the letters of the
alphabet may be made and words spelled out. For instance a dot and a
dash is "A."

In telegraphing, of course, the operator listens to the clicking of the
brass sounder in front of him on the desk.  But in wireless the
electrical waves, or current received, is so weak that it would not
operate the sounder.  So a delicate telephone receiver is used. This is
connected to the receiving wires, and as the sender at his station,
perhaps a thousand miles away, presses down his key, and allows it to
come up, thus making dots, dashes and spaces, corresponding clicks are
made in the telephone receiver, at the ear of the other operator.

It takes skill to thus listen to the faint clicks that may be spelled
out into words, but the operators are very skillful.  In sending
messages a very high tension current is needed, as most of it is
wasted, leaping through the air as it does.  So that though the clicks
may sound very loud at the sending apparatus, and the blue sparks be
very bright, still only faint clicks can be heard in the head-telephone
receiver at the other end.

"You may send," directed Captain Grantly to Captain Wakefield, and the
blue sparks shot out in a dazzling succession, as the spiked wheel spun
around.  This was kept up for some little time, after the receiving
operator at the army headquarters had signified that he was at
attention.  Then came a period of silence.  Captain Wakefield was
receiving a message through space, but he alone could hear this through
the telephone receiver.

He wrote it out in the cipher code, and soon it was translated.

"I informed them that we had arrived safely," said Captain Grantly to
Colonel Masterly, "and they have informed me that we are to remain here
until further notice, instructing your cadets in the use of the
aircraft."

"And we are very glad to have you here," replied the commandant of
Kentfield.  "If you will come with me I will assign you to quarters."

"We had better put away our biplanes, and haul down our wireless
outfit," suggested Captain Grantly.

"Allow me to assign some of the cadets to help you," suggested the
colonel, and this offer being accepted, Dick, to his delight, was one
of those detailed, as were Innis and Paul.

Giving his instructions to the two lieutenants, Captain Grantly, with
the junior captain, accompanied Colonel Masterly to the main buildings
of the Academy.

"Well, let's dig in, and get through with this job," suggested
Lieutenant Larson, in surly tones to his companion.  "Then I'm going to
ask for leave and go to town.  I'm tired."

"So am I, but we've got to tighten up some of those guy wires.  They
are loose and need attention.  They might order a flight any time," his
fellow lieutenant said.

"Well, you can stay and tighten 'em if you like.  I'm not," was the
growling retort.  "I'm sick of this business anyhow!  Let some of the
kids do the work."

"They don't know how," was the good-natured answer of Lieutenant
McBride.

"There is a professional aviator here now," said Dick, as he recalled
Mr. Vardon.  "We might get him to help you."

"I don't care," said Lieutenant Larson, as he began hauling down the
suspended balloon.  "I only know I'm sick of so much work.  I think
I'll go back into the artillery."

Dick and his chums naturally did not care much for the surly soldier,
but they liked Lieutenant McBride at once.  He smilingly told them what
to do, and the boys helped to push the machines to a shed that had been
set aside for them.  The wireless apparatus was taken apart and stored
away, the gas being let out of the balloon.

The work was almost finished, when Larry Dexter, with Mr. Vardon and
the latter's helper, Jack, came across to the sheds.  They had come to
see the army airships.

By this time Lieutenant Larson had finished what he considered was his
share of the work, and was on his way to get a brief leave of absence
from his captain.  At the entrance to the shed he came face to face
with Mr. Vardon and Jack.

"Oh, so you're the professional aviator they spoke of," said Larson,
with a sneer in his tone.

"Yes, I'm here," replied Mr. Vardon, quietly.  "I did not expect to see
you here, though."

"The surprise is mutual," mocked the other.  "I read about your
failure.  I suppose now, you will quit fooling with that gyroscope of
yours, and give my method a trial."

"I never will.  I am convinced that I am right, and that you are wrong."

"You're foolish," was the retort.

Jack Butt stepped forward and whispered in the ear of his employer, so
that at least Dick heard what he said.

"I believe HE did it!" were the tense words of the machinist.



CHAPTER VI

DICK'S FIRST FLIGHT

Mr. Vardon gave his helper a quick and warning glance.

"Hush!" he exclaimed, as he looked to see if Lieutenant Larson had
heard what Jack had said.  But the army man evidently had not.  He gave
the machinist a glance, however, that was not the most pleasant in the
world.  It was evident that there was some feeling between the two.
Dick wondered what it was, and what Jack's ominous words meant.

Having put away the two biplanes, and requested the cadets to look at
them as much as they liked, but not to meddle with the apparatus, the
two lieutenants left the sheds, to report to their respective captains.
Mr. Vardon and his helper remained with Dick and his chums.

"Very fine machines," said the aviator.  "Compared to my poor pile of
junk, very fine machines indeed!"

"But part of yours is good; isn't it?" asked Dick.  "You can use part
of it, I should think."

"Very little," was the hopeless reply.  "The damage was worse than I
thought.  My gyroscope attachment is a total wreck, and it will cost
money to build a new one."

"Yes, and that gyroscope was tampered with before we started on this
last flight!" declared Jack, with conviction.  "And I'm sure HE did
it!" he added, pointing an accusing finger at the retreating form of
Lieutenant Larson.

"You must not say such things!" cried the aviator.  "You have no proof!"

"I have all the proof I want as far as he is concerned," declared Jack.
"Maybe he didn't intend to kill us, or hurt us, but he sure did want to
wreck the machine when he tampered with the gyroscope."

"What is the gyroscope?" asked Dick.

"It is an invention of mine, and one over which Lieutenant Larson and I
had some argument," said Mr. Vardon.

"You probably know," the aviator went on, while Dick, Paul, and Innis,
with several other cadets, listened interestedly, "you probably know
that one of the great problems of aviation is how to keep a machine
from turning turtle, or turning over, when it strikes an unexpected
current, or 'air pocket' in the upper regions.  Of course a birdman
may, by warping his wings, or changing the elevation of his rudder,
come out safely, but there is always a chance of danger or death.

"If there was some automatic arrangement by which the airship would
right itself, and take care of the unexpected tilting, there would be
practically no danger.

"I realized that as soon as I began making airships, and so I devised
what I call a gyroscope equilibrizer or stabilizer.  A gyroscope, you
know, is a heavy wheel, spinning at enormous speed, on an anti-friction
axle.  Its great speed tends to keep it in stable equilibrium, and, if
displaced by outside forces, it will return to its original position.

"You have probably seen toy ones; a heavy lead wheel inside a ring.
When the wheel is spinning that, and the ring in which it is contained,
may be placed in almost any position, on a very slender support and
they will remain stable, or at rest.

"So I put a gyroscope on my airship, and I found that it kept the
machine in a state of equilibrium no matter what position we were
forced to take by reason of adverse currents.  Of course it was not an
entire success, but I was coming to that.

"In the biplane which was wrecked in the river I had my latest
gyroscope.  It seemed to be perfect, and, with Jack and Harry, I had
made a number of beautiful flights.  I even flew alone upside down, and
had no trouble.

"Before that I had made the acquaintance of Lieutenant Larson, who is
also an expert aviator.  He worked for me before he went in the army.
He had his own ideas about equilibrium, and his plan, which he wanted
me to adopt, consists of tubes of mercury that can automatically be
tilted at different angles.  I do not believe they will ever work, and
I told him so.  I refused to use them, and he and I parted, not the
best of friends.  He wanted his invention exploited, but I refused to
try it, as I thought it dangerous.

"When my gyroscope worked fairly well, I presume Lieutenant Larson was
professionally jealous.  At any rate he, left me, and I am glad of it."

"But he was around our workshop just before we made this last flight!"
insisted Jack.  "He came in pretending he had left some of his
important drawings behind when he went away, but I noticed that he hung
around the airship a good bit.  I saw him looking at, and running the
gyroscope, and I'm sure he did something to it that caused it to fail
to work, and so wrecked us."

"You should not say such things," chided Mr. Vardon.

"Well, I believe it's true," insisted Jack.  "And you found something
wrong with the gyroscope, when you took it from the airship; didn't
you?"

"Yes, but that may have occurred in the wreck."

"No, that gyroscope began to act wrong before we started to fall," went
on the helper.  "I noticed it, and I believe that mean lieutenant
monkeyed with it.  He wanted you to think your plans were failures."

"I should dislike to believe that of anyone," spoke Mr. Vardon,
seriously.

"Well, I'm going to keep my eye on him," said Jack.  "He won't get
another chance at any of our machines."

It was a day or so after this conversation that Dick came upon his chum
Innis, talking to Mr. Vardon.  They seemed very much in earnest, and at
Dick's approach the aviator strolled away.  Innis stood regarding him a
moment, and remarked, in a low tone:

"Poor chap!"

"What's the trouble?" asked Dick, quickly.  "Has anything happened to
him?"

"Yes, Dick, a whole lot of things!" replied Innis earnestly.  "I feel
mighty sorry for him.  You know how his airship was wrecked, but that's
only one of his troubles.  He's practically lost every cent he has in
the world, and he's deeply in debt, for he borrowed money to build his
aircraft, and perfect his stabilizer.  He's just about down and out,
poor chap, and he feels mighty blue, I can tell you.

"When you came up I was just trying to figure out a way to help him.
But I don't see how I can.  My dad hasn't any too much money himself,
since some of his investments failed, or he'd pull my cousin out of
this hole.  But, as it is, I don't see what's to be done. And his
gyroscope stabilizer will work, too, only he won't get a chance to
prove it, now."

Dick was silent a moment, and then he asked:

"Say, Innis, would it help your cousin any if he had a contract to
build airships, and could install his stabilizer on one of them?"

"Why, of course it would, Dick!  That would be just the very thing he'd
want.  But who'd give him such a contract, especially after this
accident?  And he hasn't any money to back up his claims.  In fact he's
a bankrupt.  Nobody would give him such a chance."

"Yes, I think someone would," said Dick, quietly.

"Who?" asked Innis, quickly.

"I would.  It's this way," the young millionaire went on.  "I've fully
made up my mind to have an airship, since dad consented, though I
believe he's secretly laughing at me.  Now the kind of craft I want
doesn't come ready made--it will have to be built to order.

"So why can't I contract with your cousin to make my airship for me?
I'd be willing to pay all expenses and whatever his services were
worth, so he could make some money that way.  I'd a good deal rather
give him a chance on the work, than some stranger.  Besides, I like his
idea of a gyroscope, and, even if he doesn't want to build my craft,
I'd like to arrange to buy one of his stabilizers. Do yon think he
would like to take the contract from me?"

"Do I?" cried Innis earnestly.  "Say, he'll jump at the chance! You try
him, and see!  Say, this is fine of you, old man!"

"Oh, nonsense!  It isn't anything of the sort," protested Dick. "I've
got to have somebody build my airship, and I'd rather it would be your
cousin than anyone else."

"It's fine and dandy!" Innis exclaimed.  "Come on; let's find him and
tell him.  He needs something to cheer him up, for he's got the blues
horribly.  Come along, Dick."

To say that Mr. Vardon was delighted to accept Dick's offer is putting
it mildly.  Yet he was not too demonstrative.

"This is the best news I've heard in a long while," he said.  "I guess
my cousin has told you I'm pretty badly embarrassed financially," he
added.

"Yes," assented Dick.  "Well, I happen to have plenty of money, through
no fault of my own, and we'll do this airship business up properly.

"I'd like you to get started at it as soon as you can, and as there
will be preliminary expenses, I'm going to advance you some cash.
You'll have to order certain parts made up, won't you?" he asked.

"Yes, I presume so," agreed the aviator.

"And, of course, I'll want your stabilizer on my craft."

"That's very good of you to say. It will give me a fine chance to
demonstrate it," said Mr. Vardon.

Later in the day, Dick, his chums, the aviator and Larry Dexter were
talking about some of the flights made in the army machines that
afternoon.

"Can you arrange to have a wireless outfit on my airship?" asked the
young millionaire, as an exchange of wireless talk had been a feature
of the exhibition that day.

"Oh, yes, that can easily be done," assented the birdman.

"Say, you're going to have a fine outfit!" complimented Paul.

"Might as well have a good one while I'm at it," answered Dick, with a
laugh.  "I've got to make good on dad's account anyhow.  I can't stand
him laughing at me.  I wish I had my airship now."

"I'll start building it, soon," promised Mr. Vardon.

"I'll want it in time for the summer vacation," went on Dick.  "I'm
going to spend a lot of time in the air."

"Why don't you make a try for the prize?" suggested Mr. Vardon.

"What prize?" Dick wanted to know.

"Why the United States Government, to increase interest in airship
navigation, and construction, especially for army purposes, has offered
a prize of twenty thousand dollars for the first flight from the
Atlantic to the Pacific, or from New York to San Francisco, by an
airship carrying at least three persons.  Only two landings are allowed
during the flight, to take on gasolene, or make repairs. Why don't you
try for that?"

"What, me try for that prize in the first airship I ever owned!"
exclaimed Dick.  "I wouldn't have the nerve!  I guess the government
doesn't want amateurs in the trans-continental flight."

"It doesn't make a bit of difference," declared Mr. Vardon.  "It is
going to be an open competition.  And, let me tell you, amateurs have
done as much, if not more, than the professionals, to advance and
improve aviation.  Why, as a matter of fact, we're all amateurs. We are
learning something new every day.  The art, or business, of flying is
too new to have in it anything but amateurs.  Don't let that stop you,
Dick."

"Well, I'll think about it," said the young millionaire.

Dick obtained some detailed information, and entry blanks for the
government prize contest, and a little later announced to his chums:

"Well, fellows, in view of what Mr. Vardon said about amateurs, maybe I
will have a try for that prize.  It will give us an object, instead of
merely flying aimlessly about.  And if I should win, wouldn't I have
the laugh on dad!  Yes, I'll make a try for it!" he added.

"And we'll help you!" cried Paul.

"And I'll make a good story of it," promised Larry Dexter.

"I guess we'd better get the airship first," suggested Innis, dryly.

"Oh, I'll look after that," promised his aviator cousin.

The days that followed were busy ones at Kentfield Academy.  A course
of instruction was arranged concerning the making and flying of
airships.  In the former Mr. Vardon was the chief lecturer, as he had
had more practical experience in building the aircraft than had either
of the army captains.

But the army men had made a study of air currents, and the management
of biplanes and monoplanes, and were equal to Mr. Vardon in this
respect.  And so the cadets looked on and listened, watching the army
aviators test their machines, run them over the starting ground, and
finally, by a tilting of the rudders, send the machines up like big
birds.

"Young gentlemen," announced Colonel Masterly after chapel exercises
one morning, "I have an important announcement to make.  You have been
studying aviation for some time now, and it is necessary, if you keep
on with it, to have practical work.  Therefore we have decided that,
taking turns, those cadets in this course will make a flight, beginning
with today.  You will go up, one in each aeroplane, with the two army
officers, who will look after and instruct you.

"I will now call for volunteers to make the first flight.  Don't all
speak at once," added the colonel, with a grim smile.

There was a moment of breathless pause, and then, from where he sat,
Dick arose.  With a salute he said:

"I'll volunteer, sir."

"Good!" came in whispered comment that the colonel did not try to check.

"And I'll also volunteer!" spoke Innis, quickly.

"So will I!" added Paul, and then several more announced their
intention.

That afternoon came around very quickly, it seemed.  Out on the
starting ground were the two big machines, being looked over by the
army men.  The cadets were drawn up in files.

"All ready, sir," announced Captain Grantly to Major Rockford.  "The
first cadet will take his place."

"Dick Hamilton!" called the commandant, and our hero stepped forward
for his first airship flight.



CHAPTER VII

A QUEER LANDING

"Now don't get nervous," said Captain Grantly to Dick, with a grim
smile, as the young millionaire took his seat in the place provided for
the third occupant of the biplane.

"Well, I'll try my best," answered Dick, smiling ruefully.  "Am I to do
anything?"

"Not a thing," Captain Grantly assured him.  "Just sit still; that's
all."

Dick rather wished he could have gone in the other machine, for he had
no liking for the surly lieutenant with the captain.  But Dick had been
assigned to this craft, and military rules prevailed at Kentfield.  You
did as you were told without question.

Dick took his place, and watched with interest the operations of
Captain Grantly and his lieutenant.  Whatever one thought of the
latter, personally, it must be admitted that he knew his business when
it came to airships.  In some matters even his superior officer,
Captain Grantley, deferred to the judgment of Larson.

"You won't have to do a thing," went on the lieutenant to Dick. "Just
sit still, and, above all, no matter what happens, don't touch any of
the wheels or levers."

"No, that might wreck us," added the captain.

"We'll manipulate the machine, at the same time telling you, and
showing you, how to do it.  In time you will run it yourself, with us
looking on, and I believe it is the intention of Colonel Masterly to
have you cadets finally operate a machine on your own responsibility."

"I hope I may learn to do so," spoke Dick, "for I'm going to have a
craft of my own."

"Are you indeed?" asked the captain, interestedly.  "It's rather an
expensive pleasure--not like automobiling."

"Well, luckily or not, I happen to have plenty of money," said Dick.
"I'm going to have quite a large machine built."

Was it fancy, or did Lieutenant Larson look at Dick with peculiar
meaning in his rather shifty eyes.  Dick, however, was too much
occupied in the coming flight to pay much attention to this.

"If you're going to have a machine, perhaps you're going to have a try
for the twenty thousand dollar prize," suggested Captain Grantly, as he
tested the gasolene and spark levers, and looked at several
turn-buckles which tightened the guy wires.

"Well, I have about decided to," answered Dick, looking over at the
other aircraft, in which Paul Drew was to make an ascent.

"Jove! I wish I had that chance!" exclaimed Larson. "I'm sure, with my
mercury balancer I could--"

"There you go again!" cried Captain Grantly.  "I tell you your idea is
all wrong about that balancer!  Wing warping is the only proper way."

"But that isn't automatic, and what is needed is an automatic balancer
or equilibrizer," insisted the lieutenant.

"Well, we won't discuss it now," went on the captain.  "Are you all
ready, Mr. Hamilton?"

"All ready, yes, sir."

The captain and Lieutenant Larson took their places, one on either side
of Dick.  Some of the orderlies at the Academy had been detailed to
assist in the start, holding back on the biplane until the engine had
attained the necessary speed.

There was an arrangement whereby the machine could be held in leash, as
it were, by a rope, and when the necessary pressure developed from the
propeller blades, the rope could be loosed from the aviator's seat.
But that attachment was not in use at Kentfield then.

The powerful motor hummed and throbbed, for a muffler was temporarily
dispensed with on account of its weight.  Every unnecessary ounce
counts on an airship, as it is needful to carry as much oil and
gasolene as possible, and the weight given over to a muffler could be
more advantageously applied to gasolene, on the smaller craft.

Faster and faster whirled the big blades, cutting through the air. The
captain kept his eyes on a balance scale, by which was registered the
pull of the propellers.

"That's enough!" he cried.  "Let her go!"

Dick felt the machine move slowly forward on the rubber tired bicycle
wheels over the grassy starting ground, gradually acquiring speed
before it would mount upward into the air.

Perhaps a word of explanation about airships may not be out of place.
Those of you who know the principle on which they work, or who have
seen them, may skip this part if you wish.

The main difference between a balloon and an aeroplane, is that the
balloon is lighter than air, being filled with a very light gas, which
causes it to rise.

An aeroplane is heavier than air, and, in order to keep suspended, must
be constantly in motion.  The moment it stops moving forward it begins
to fall downward.

There are several kinds of airships, but the principle ones are
monoplanes and biplanes.  Mono means one, and monoplane has but one set
of "wings," being built much after the fashion of a bird.

A biplane, as the name indicates, consists of two sets of planes, one
above the other.  There are some triplanes, but they have not been very
successful, and there are some freak aeroplanes built with as many as
eight sets.

If you will scale a sheet of tin, or a thin, flat stone, or even a
slate from a roof, into the air, you will have the simplest form of an
aeroplane.  The stone, or tin, is heavier than the amount of air it
displaces, but it stays up for a comparatively long time because it is
in motion.  The moment the impulse you have given it by throwing fails,
then it begins to fall.

The engine, or motor, aboard an aeroplane keeps it constantly in
motion, and it glides along through the air, resting on the atmosphere,
by means of the planes or wings.

If you will take a clam shell, and, holding it with the concave side
toward the ground, scale it into the air, you will see it gradually
mount upward.  If you hold the convex side toward the ground and throw
it, you will see the clam shell curve downward.

That is the principle on which airships mount upward and descend while
in motion.  In a biplane there is either a forward or rear deflecting
rudder, as well as one for steering from side to side. The latter works
an the same principle as does the rudder of a boat in the water.  If
this rudder is bent to the right, the craft goes to the right, because
of the pressure of air or water on the rudder twisted in that
direction.  And if the rudder is deflected to the left, the head of the
craft takes that direction.

Just as the curve of a clam shell helps it to mount upward, so the
curve of the elevating or depressing rudder on an airship helps it to
go up or down.  If the rudder is inclined upward the aeroplane shoots
toward the clouds.  When the rudder is parallel to the plane of the
earth's surface, the airship flies in a straight line.  When the rudder
is tilted downward, down goes the craft.

I hope I have not wearied you with this description, but it was,
perhaps, needful, to enable those who have never seen an aeroplane to
understand the working principle.  One point more.  A gasolene motor,
very powerful, is used to whirl the wooden propeller blades that shove
the airship through the air, as the propeller of a motor-boat shoves
that craft through the water.

Faster and faster across the grassy ground went the biplane containing
Dick Hamilton and the army officers.  It was necessary to get this
"running start" to acquire enough momentum so that the craft would
rise, just as a heavy bird has sometimes to run along the ground a few
steps before its wings will take it up.

"Here we go!" suddenly exclaimed the captain, and as he raised the
elevating rudder the big craft slowly mounted on a slant.

Dick caught his breath sharply as he felt himself leaving the earth. He
had once gone up in a captive balloon at a fair, but then the earth
seemed sinking away beneath him. This time it seemed that he was
leaving the earth behind.

Higher and higher they went, and Dick could feel the strong wind in his
face.  His eyes were protected by goggles, made of celluloid to avoid
accidents from broken glass in case of a fall, and on his head he wore
a heavy leather helmet, not unlike those used by football players.  He
was strapped to his seat, as were the others, in case the machine
should turn turtle.  The straps would then prevent them from falling
out, and give them a chance to right the craft.

For this can be done, and now some aviators practice plying upside down
to get used to doing it in case they have to by some accidental shift
of the wind.  Some of them can turn complete somersaults, though this
is mostly done in monoplanes, and seldom in a biplane, which is much
more stable in the air.

"Feel all right?" asked Captain Grantly of Dick.  He asked this, but
Dick could not hear a word, on account of the great noise of the motor.
But he could read the officer's lip motions.

"Yes, I'm all right," the young millionaire nodded back.

He was surprised to find, that, after that first sinking sensation at
the pit of his stomach, he was not afraid.  He now felt a glorious
sense of elation and delight.

He was actually flying, or the next thing to it.

"We'll go a little higher," said the captain, as he elevated the rudder
a little more.  The aeroplane kept on ascending.  Dick looked down.  He
did not feel dizzy as he had half expected.  Far below him were the
buildings of Kentfield, and the green parade ground.  But what were
those things like little ants, crawling over the campus?

Why the cadets, of course!  They looked like flies, or specks.  Dick
was ready to laugh.

On a level keel they now darted ahead at greater speed as Lieutenant
Larson turned on more gasolene.  Then, when Dick had become a little
used to the novel sensation, they showed him how to work the different
levers.  The motor was controlled by spark and gasolene exactly as is
an automobile.  But there was no water radiator, the engine being an
up-to-date rotating one, and cooling in the air. The use of the
wing-warping devices, by which the alerons, or wing-tips are "warped"
to allow for "banking" in going around a curve, were also explained to
Dick by means of the levers controlling them.

You know that a horse, a bicyclist, or a runner leans in toward the
centre of the circle in making a curve.  This is called "banking" and
is done to prevent the centrifugal force of motion from taking one off
in a straight line.  The same thing must be done in an airship.  That
is, it must be inclined at an angle in making a curve.

And this is accomplished by means of bending down the tips of the
planes, pulling them to the desired position by means of long wires. It
can also he accomplished by small auxiliary planes, called alerons,
placed between the two larger, or main, planes.  There is an aleron at
the end of each main wing.

Straight ahead flew the army men and Dick, and then, when the cadet was
more used to it, they went around on a sharp curve.  It made the young
millionaire catch his breath, at first, for the airship seemed to tilt
at a dangerous angle.  But it was soon righted and straightened out
again.

Suddenly a shadow seemed to pass over Dick's head.  He looked up,
thinking it was a dark cloud, low down, but, to his surprise, it was
the other army craft flying above them.

"A race!" thought Dick, and he wondered how his chum Paul was faring.

There was an impromptu race between the two aircraft, and then they
separated, neither one gaining much advantage.  Back and forth they
went, over the school grounds, and then in circles.  Dick was rapidly
acquiring knowledge of how to operate the big biplane.

"We'll go down now!" spoke the captain, though Dick could not hear the
words.  The young millionaire made up his mind that he would have a
muffler on his airship, and also more room to move about. He intended
to make rather a long flight.

The deflecting rudder was tilted downward, and the descent began. They
were some distance out from the Kentfield grounds now, but were headed
for them on a long slant.  Dick wondered if they would reach them.

At a nod from the captain, Lieutenant Larson reached up and shut off
the motor.  The sudden silence was startling.

Dick understood what was to be done.  They were to glide, or as it is
called "volplane" (pronounced vol-pla-nay, with the accent on the last
syllable) to the ground.

"I hope we make it safely," mused Dick.  But it did not look as though
they had been near enough the landing place when the motor was cut off.
Dick saw the two army men glance rather apprehensively at one another.
Was something wrong?

Dick was sure of it a moment later when, as Captain Grantly pulled the
lever of the deflecting rudder toward him, there was a snapping,
breaking sound.

"Lost control!" cried the captain.  "Wire snapped!  Look out,
everybody!"

Dick wanted to jump, but he knew that would be rash, as they were still
some distance above the ground.

"Can't you guide her?" asked Larson.

"No!  We've got to land the best we can!" was the answer.

They were right over a little farm now, and seemed to be headed
directly for a small, low building.

"Something is going to smash!" thought Dick grimly.

The next moment the airship had come down on the roof of the low farm
building, crashing right through it, and a second later Dick and his
companions found themselves in the midst of a squealing lot of pigs,
that fairly rushed over them.



CHAPTER VIII

AT HAMILTON CORNERS

Instinctively, as he felt the airship falling, without being under
control, Dick had loosed the strap that held him to his seat.  This
advice had been given as one of the first instructions, to enable the
aviator to leap clear of the craft as it struck.

But, in this case the landing had been such a queer one that there was
no time for any of the three to do the latter.  Down on the roof of the
pig sty they had come, crashing through it, for the place was old and
rotten.

It was this very fact, however, that saved them from more serious
injuries than severe joltings.  The roof had collapsed, had broken in
the middle, and the squealing porkers were now running wild. Most of
them seemed to prefer the vicinity of the spot near where the three
aviators were now tumbled in a heap, having been thus thrown by the
concussion.

"Get out of here, you razor-back!" cried Dick, as a pig fairly walked
over him.  He managed to struggle to his feet, but another pig took
that, seemingly, as an invitation to dart between the legs of the young
millionaire, and upset him.

Dick fell directly back on the form of Captain Grantly, who grunted at
the impact.  Then, as Lieutenant Larson tried to get up, he, too, was
bowled over by a rush of some more pigs.

But the two army officers, and Dick, were football players, and they
knew how to take a fall, so were not harmed.  Fortunately they had been
tossed out on a grassy part of the pen, and away from the muddy slough
where the porkers were in the habit of wallowing.

"Get out, you brutes!" cried Dick, striking at the pigs with a part of
one of the pen roof boards.  Then, with the army men to help him, he
succeeded in driving the swine out of their way.  This done, the
aviators looked at one another and "took an account of stock."

"Are you hurt?" asked the captain of Dick, grimly.

"No, only bruised a bit.  As the old lady said of the train that came
to a sudden halt because of a collision, 'do you always land this way?'"

"No, indeed!" exclaimed the captain, as he looked at the ruin of the
shed, amid which the airship was.  "This is my first accident of this
kind.  The lever of the vertical rudder snapped, and I couldn't control
her.  Luckily the roof was rotten, or we might have smashed everything."

"As it is, nothing seems to be much damaged," said the lieutenant. "I
wonder if we can fly back?"

"It is doubtful," the captain answered.  "We'll try and get her out,
first."

As they were climbing over the pile of broken boards to get a view of
the aeroplane, an excited farmer came rushing out of a barn, a short
distance away.

"Hey, what do you fellers mean--smashing down out of the clouds,
bustin' up my pig pen, and scatterin' 'em to the four winds?" he
yelled.  "I'll have th' law on you for this!  I'll make you pay
damages!  You killed a lot of my pigs, I reckon!"

"I don't see any dead ones," spoke the captain, calmly.  "It was an
accident."

"That's what them autermobile fellers says when they run over my
chickens," snarled the unpleasant farmer.  "But they has t' pay for 'em
all the same."

"And we are willing to pay you anything in reason," said the Captain.
"I don't believe we killed any of your pigs, however. But the shed was
so rotten it was ready to fall down of itself, which was a good thing
for us.  How much do you want?"

"Well, I want a hundred dollars--that's what I want."

"The shed, when new, wasn't worth a quarter of that."

"I don't care!" snapped the farmer.  "That's my price.  Some of my pigs
may be lost for all I know, and pork's goin' t' be high this year.  I
want a hundred dollars, or you don't take your old shebang offen my
premises.  I'll hold it till you pay me."

The army officers looked serious at this.  Clearly the farmer had a
right to damages, but a hundred dollars was excessive.

"I'll give you fifty, cash," said Dick, as he pulled out a roll of
bills.  "Will that satisfy you?"

The farmer's eyes gleamed at the sight of the money.  And, as Dick
looked at his companions, he caught a greedy glint in the eyes of
Lieutenant Larson.

"It's wuth a hundred; smashin' my shed, an' all the trouble you've
caused me," grumbled the farmer.  "But I'll take sixty."

"No you won't.  You'll take fifty or you can bring a lawsuit," replied
Dick, sharply.  "I guess you know who I am.  I'm Hamilton, from the
Kentfield Academy.  Colonel Masterly buys some garden stuff of you, and
if I tell him--"

"Oh, shucks, give me the fifty!" cried the farmer, eagerly, as he held
out his hand for the money.  "And don't you try any more tricks like
that ag'in!"

"We haven't any desire to," said Captain Grantly.  "Now we'll see if we
can navigate."

"And I've got t' see if I kin get them pigs together," grumbled the
farmer, as he pocketed Dick's money.

"You can put in a requisition for this, I suppose," suggested the
lieutenant.  "I don't know whether Uncle Sam ought to reimburse you, or
we, personally."

"Don't mention it!" exclaimed Dick.  "I'm always willing to pay for
damages, though I suppose if my Uncle Ezra Larabee was here he'd haggle
with that farmer and make him throw in a pig or two for luck."

"Who is Uncle Ezra Larabee?" asked the lieutenant, curiously.

"A relative of mine," answered Dick.  "Rather 'close' as regards money."

"Is he rich?"

"Yes, quite wealthy, but you'd never know it.  He lives in Dankville,
and he and my dog Grit never can get along together.  He hates Grit and
I guess Grit doesn't love him.  But shall we try to get this machine
out of the shed?"

"I guess it's the best thing to do, now that the pigs are out of the
way," agreed the captain.

And, while the farmer and his hired man were chasing after the escaped
pigs, the army officers and Dick began extricating the airship.  The
splintered boards of the pig-shed were pulled to one side, and then it
was seen that, aside from a broken landing wheel, little damage had
been done.  The engine was not harmed in the least and the snapped wire
that had prevented the rudder being set to make a proper landing, was
easy to splice.

"And, as we've got a spare wheel we can put that on and soon start
back," said the lieutenant.

"Say, this is getting off better than even in an automobile accident,"
spoke Dick, with a laugh.  "I didn't know you carried spare parts."

"We do the wheels, as they are very light," the captain said.  "Now
let's roll her out and see what we can do."

The smashed wheel was removed from the axle, and the spare one
substituted. The broken wire was repaired and the aeroplane was now
about the same as before.  It was rolled to a level place, and the
motor tested.  It ran perfectly.

The farmer, having collected all his pigs, and perhaps feeling joyful
because of the fifty dollars in his pocket, agreed to "hold back" on
the craft, to steady it until the necessary speed of the motor had been
attained.  His hired man helped him.

Just as the captain was about to give the word to "let go" the other
airship was seen coming to look for the missing one.  But there was now
no need of assistance, and, a moment later, Dick and his companions
again arose in the air.

A quick return was made to the Academy, those in the other airship
being informed, by a signal, that all was now right.  When the story of
the queer landing was told, Dick was regarded as a hero by his
companions.

"Just think!" complained Paul, whimsically, "your first trip, and you
have an accident and you don't get so much as a scratch."

"Yes, but I got run over and knocked down by a pig," laughed Dick.
"I'll take the scratches, please.  No more pigs!"

"And after that, are you still going to build an airship?" asked Innis.

"I sure am!  It's the greatest sensation in the world--aviation! I
wouldn't miss it for a fortune.  And I'm going to pull down that twenty
thousand dollar prize; don't forget that, fellows."

"Good luck!" wished Paul.

In the days that followed there were many more airship flights, but no
accidents of moment.  Dick went up again several times, and at last was
allowed to run the aeroplane himself, with the captain and lieutenant
to coach him.  Then only one officer went along, another cadet being
taken up with Dick.

And finally the day came when Dick was qualified to take the craft up
alone, with two other cadets.  He had graduated as a pilot of the air,
and properly proud he was of the honor.

"All you want now is experience," said Captain Grantly, as Dick came
back after a successful flight with Paul and Innis.  "And that takes
time."

Dick's two intimate chums also qualified as amateur pilots, and a
number of other cadets were equally successful.  The aviation course at
Kentfield was very popular.

Then came the end of the term, and the summer vacation was at hand. The
last drills and guard-mounts were held.  The graduation exercises were
finished in a "blaze of glory."  The Juniors gave a gay dance, at which
Dick and his chums met the pretty girls whom they had seen at the dock
that day.

"And now for Hamilton Corners!" cried the young millionaire, when the
Academy was formally closed for the term.  "I want you fellows to come
out with me, and watch my airship being built."

Mr. Vardon had found he could not build for Dick at Kentfield the craft
he wanted.  It would take too long, and there were not the facilities.
So he and his helper went to Hamilton Corners, to do the preliminary
work.  Dick and his chums were to follow as soon as school was over.
Larry Dexter went back to New York, but promised to join Dick in time
for the flight for the big government prize.

"Well, Dad, how are you?" cried Dick, as he greeted his father at the
family mansion in Hamilton Corners.

"Fine, my boy!  There's no use asking how YOU are, I can see you are
fine!"

"Did Vardon and Jack get here?  Have they started work?" Dick wanted to
know.

"Yes, I did just as you asked me to in your letter.  I let them have
the run of the place, and they've been busy ever since they came. I
hope you are successful, Dick, but, I have my doubts."

"I'll show you!" cried the cadet enthusiastically.



CHAPTER IX

UNCLE EZRA'S VISIT

Dick and his father had much to talk about concerning the airship. Dick
explained his plans, and described the new stabilizer.

"Well, now that you have explained it to me, I don't see but what it
may be possible," said Mr. Hamilton, after carefully considering the
matter.  "It isn't so much the expense, since you have your own
fortune, but, of course, there is the element of danger to be
considered."

"Well, there's danger in anything," agreed Dick.  "But I think I have a
lucky streak in me,--after the way we came out of that pig-pen
accident," and he laughed.

"Yes, you were fortunate," conceded Mr. Hamilton.  "But, don't take too
many risks, my son.  Go in and win, if you can, but don't be rash.  I
am still from Missouri, and you've got to show me.  Now I've got a lot
of business to attend to, and so I'll have to leave you to your own
devices.  You say Paul and Innis are coming on?"

"Yes, they'll be here in a few days and stay until the airship is
completed.  Then they'll fly with me."

"Anybody else going?"

"Yes, Larry Dexter--you remember him?"

"Oh, sure!  The young reporter."

"And I think I'll take Mr. Vardon along.  We may need his help in an
emergency."

"A good idea.  Well, I wish you luck!"

A large barn on the Hamilton property had been set aside for the use of
the aviator and his men, for he had engaged several more besides Jack
Butt to hurry along the work on Dick's new aircraft. The order had been
placed for the motor, and that, it was promised, would be ready in time.

Dick, having had lunch, went out to see how his airship was
progressing.  Grit raced here and there, glad to be back home again,
though he would probably miss the many horses and grooms at Kentfield.
For Grit loved to be around the stables, and the hostlers made much of
him.

"How are you coming on?" asked the young millionaire, as he surveyed
the framework of the big craft that, he hoped, would carry him across
the continent and win for him the twenty thousand dollar prize.

"Fine, Dick!" exclaimed Mr. Vardon.  "Everything is working out well.
Come in and look.  You can get an idea of the machine now."

Dick Hamilton's airship was radically different from any craft
previously built, yet fundamentally, it was on the same principle as a
biplane.  But it was more than three times as large as the average
biplane, and was built in two sections.

That is there were four sets of double planes, or eight in all, and
between them was an enclosed cabin containing the motor, the various
controls, places to sleep and eat, the cabin also forming the storage
room for the oil, gasolene and other supplies.

This cabin was not yet built, but, as I have said, it would be
"amidship" if one may use that term concerning an airship.  Thus the
occupants would be protected from the elements, and could move about in
comfort, not being obliged to sit rigidly in a seat for hours at a time.

"She's going to be pretty big," remarked Dick, as he walked about the
skeleton of his new craft.

"She has to be able to carry all you want to take in her," said the
aviator.  "But she'll be speedy for all of that, for the engine will be
very powerful."

"Will she be safe?" asked Dick.

"As safe as any airship.  I am going to incorporate in her my gyroscope
equilibrizer, or stabilizer, as you suggested."

"Oh, yes, I want that!" said Dick, in a decided tone.

"It is very good of you to allow me to demonstrate my patent on your
craft," the inventor said.  "It will be a fine thing for me if you win
the prize, and it is known that my stabilizer was aboard to aid you,"
he said, with shining, eager eyes.

"Well, I'm only too glad I can help you in that small way," spoke Dick.
"I'm sure your patent is a valuable one."

"And I am now positive that it will work properly," went on Mr. Vardon.

"And I'll take precious good care that no sneak, like Larson, gets a
chance to tamper with it!" exclaimed Jack Butt.

"You must not make such positive statements," warned his chief. "It may
not have been Larson."

"Well, your machine was tampered with; wasn't it, just before we sank
into the river?"

"Yes, and that was what made us fall."

"Well, I'm sure Larson monkeyed with it, and no one can make me believe
anything else," said Jack, positively.  "If he comes around here--"

"He isn't likely to," interrupted Dick.  "The army aviators were sent
to Texas, I believe, to give some demonstrations at a post there."

"You never can tell where Larson will turn up," murmured Jack.

Dick was shown the progress of the work, and was consulted about
several small changes from the original, tentative plans.  He agreed to
them, and then, as it was only a question of waiting until his craft
was done, he decided to call on some of his friends at Hamilton Corners.

Innis and Paul arrived in due season, and were delighted at the sight
of Dick's big, new aircraft, which, by the time they saw it, had
assumed more definite shape.  Mr. Vardon and his men had worked rapidly.

"And that cabin is where we'll stay; is that it?" asked Paul, as he
looked at the framework.

"That's to be our quarters," answered the young millionaire.

Paul was looking carefully on all sides of it.

"Something missing?" asked Dick, noting his chum's anxiety.

"I was looking for the fire escape."

"Fire escape!" cried Dick.  "What in the world would you do with a fire
escape on an airship?"

"Well, you're going to carry a lot of gasolene, you say.  If that gets
afire we'll want to escape; won't we?  I suggest a sort of rope ladder,
that can be uncoiled and let down to the ground.  That might answer."

"Oh, slosh!" cried Dick.  "There's going to be no fire aboard the--say,
fellows, I haven't named her yet!  I wonder what I'd better call her?

"Call her the Abaris," suggested Innis, "though he wasn't a lady."

"Who was he?" asked Dick.  "That name sounds well."

"Abaris, if you will look in the back of your dictionary, you will note
was a Scythian priest of Apollo," said Innis, with a patronizing air at
his display of knowledge.  "He is said to have ridden through the air
on an arrow.  Isn't that a good name for your craft, Dick?"

"It sure is.  I'll christen her Abaris as soon as she's ready to
launch.  Good idea, Innis."

"Oh, I'm full of 'em," boasted the cadet, strutting about.

"You're full of conceit--that's what you are," laughed Paul.

Suddenly there came a menacing growl from Grit, who was outside the
airship shed, and Dick called a warning.

"Who's there?" he asked, thinking it might be a stranger.

A rasping voice answered:

"It's me!  Are you there, Nephew Richard?  I went all through the
house, but nobody seemed to be home."

"It's Uncle Ezra!" whispered Dick, making a pretense to faint.

"I've come to pay you a little visit," went on the crabbed old miser.
"Where's your pa?"

"Why, he's gone to New York."

"Ha!  Another sinful and useless waste of money!  I never did see the
beat!"

"He had to go, on business," answered Dick.

"Humph!  Couldn't he write?  A two cent stamp is a heap sight cheaper
than an excursion ticket to New York.  But Mortimer never did know the
value of money," sighed Uncle Ezra.

Grit growled again.

"Nephew Richard, if your dog bites me I'll make you pay the doctor
bills," warned Mr. Ezra Larabee.

"Here, Grit!  Quiet!" cried Dick, and the animal came inside, looking
very much disgusted.

Uncle Ezra looked in at the door of the shed, and saw the outlines of
the airship.

"What foolishness is this?" he asked, seeming to take it for granted
that all Dick did was foolish.

"It's my new airship," answered the young millionaire.

"An airship!  Nephew Richard Hamilton!  Do you mean to tell me that you
are sinfully wasting money on such a thing as that--on something that
will never go, and will only be a heap of junk?" and Uncle Ezra, of
Dankville, looked as though his nephew were a fit subject for a lunatic
asylum.



CHAPTER X

BUILDING THE AIRSHIP

Grit growled in a deep, threatening voice, and Uncle Ezra looked around
with startled suddenness.

"I guess I'd better chain him up before I answer you," said Dick,
grimly.  "Here, old boy!"

The bulldog came, unwillingly enough, and was made secure.

"An--an airship!" gasped Uncle Ezra, as though he could not believe it.
"An airship, Nephew Richard.  It will never go.  You might a good deal
better take the money that you are so foolishly wasting, and put it in
a savings bank.  Or, I would sell you some stock in my woolen mill.
That would pay you four per cent, at least."

"But my airship is going to go," declared the young millionaire. "It's
on the same model as one I've ridden in, and it's going to go.  We're
sure of it; aren't we, Mr. Vardon?"

"Oh, it will GO all right," declared the aviator.  "I'm sure of that.
But I don't guarantee that you'll win the prize money."

"What's that?  What's that?" asked Uncle Ezra in surprise.  He was all
attention when it came to a matter of money.  "What prize did you speak
of?"

"Didn't you hear, Uncle Ezra?" inquired Dick.  "Why, the United States
government, to increase the interest in aviation, and to encourage
inventors, has offered a prize of twenty thousand dollars to the first
person who takes his airship from the Atlantic to the Pacific, or
rather, from New York to San Francisco with but two landings.  I'm
going to have a try for that prize!"

"Yes, and he's going to win it, too!" cried Paul.

"And we're at least going to share in the glory of it," added Innis.

"Twenty thousand dollars!" murmured Uncle Ezra.  "Is it possible?"

"Oh, it's true enough, sir," put in Mr. Vardon.  "The offer has been
formally made.  I know several of my aviator friends who are going to
have a try for it.  I intended to myself, but for the accident in which
my craft was smashed.  Only for the kindness of your nephew in engaging
me on this work I don't know what I should be doing now."

"That's all right!" interrupted Dick, who disliked praise.  "I'm doing
MYSELF as much a favor in having you build this airship as I am YOU.  I
intend to have a good time in this craft, even if I don't win the
prize."

"Twenty thousand dollars," murmured Uncle Ezra again, slowly.  "It's an
awful lot of money--an awful lot," he added in an awed tone of voice.

The truth of the matter was that Uncle Ezra had nearly a million. But
he was very "close," and never missed a chance to make more.

"And do you intend to get the government prize in that--that
contraption?" he asked, motioning to the half-completed aeroplane.

"Oh, it isn't finished yet," explained Dick.

"When it is, it will be one of the finest aircraft in this, or any
other, country," declared Mr. Vardon.  "I don't say that just because I
am building it, but because Mr. Hamilton is putting into it the very
best materials that can be bought."

"And we mustn't forget your stabilizer," laughed Dick.

"What's that?" Uncle Ezra wanted to know.  Since hearing about the
twenty thousand dollar prize his interest in airships seemed to have
increased.

"The stabilizer, or equalibrizer, whatever you wish to call it, is to
keep the airship from turning over," explained Mr. Vardon, and he went
into the details with which I have already acquainted my readers.

But it is doubtful if Uncle Ezra heard, or at least he paid little
attention, for he was murmuring over and over again to himself:

"Twenty thousand dollars!  Twenty thousand dollars!  That's an awful
lot of money.  I--I'd like to get it myself."

From time to time Grit growled, and finally Uncle Ezra, perhaps fearing
that the dog might get loose and bite him, said:

"I think I'll go in the house for a while, Nephew Richard.  Your father
is not likely to be home today, but as I have missed the last train
back to Dankville, listening to your talk about airships--foolish talk
it seems to me--I will have to stay all night."

"Oh, certainly!" exclaimed Dick, remembering that he must play the
host.  "Go right in, Uncle Ezra and tell the butler to get you a lunch.
I'll be in immediately."

"Well, I could eat a little snack," admitted the crabbed old man. "I
did think of stopping in the restaurant at the railroad depot on my way
here, and getting a sandwich.  But the girl said sandwiches were ten
cents, and they didn't look worth it to me.

"I asked her if she didn't have some made with stale bread, that she
could let me have for five cents, but she said they didn't sell stale
sandwiches.  She seemed real put-out about it, too.  She needn't have.
Stale bread's better for you than fresh, anyhow.

"But I didn't buy one.  I wasn't going to throw away ten cents. That's
the interest money on a dollar for two whole years."

Then he started back to the house.

"Isn't he the limit!" cried Dick, in despair.  "He's got almost as much
money as we have, and he's so afraid of spending a cent that he
actually goes hungry, I believe.  And his house--why he's got a fine
one, but the only rooms he and Aunt Samantha ever open are the kitchen
and one bedroom.  I had to spend some time there once, as I guess you
fellows know, and say--good-night!" cried Dick, with a tragic gesture.

"He seemed interested in airships," ventured Paul.

"It was the twenty thousand dollars he was interested in," laughed
Dick.  "I wonder if he--"

"What?" asked Innis, as the young millionaire paused.

"Oh, nothing," was the answer.  "I just thought of something, but it's
too preposterous to mention.  Say, Mr. Vardon, when do you expect our
engine?"

"Oh, in about a week now.  I won't be ready for it before then.  We can
give it a try-out on the blocks before we mount it, to see if it
develops enough speed and power.  But have you made your official entry
for the prize yet?"

"No, and I think I'd better," Dick said.  "I'll do it at once."

Dick and his chums had their lunch, and then went for a ride in Dick's
motor-boat, which had been brought on from Kentfield.  They had a jolly
time, and later in the afternoon returned to watch the construction of
the airship.

The building of the Abaris, as Dick had decided to call his craft, went
on apace during the days that followed.  Uncle Ezra was more interested
than Dick had believed possible, and prolonged his stay nearly a week.
He paid many visits to the airship shed.

Mr. Vardon, and Jack, his right-hand man, and the other workmen labored
hard.  The airship began to look like what she was intended for.  She
was of a new model and shape, and seemed to be just what Dick wanted.
Of course she was in a sense an experiment.

The main cabin, though, containing the living and sleeping quarters, as
well as the machinery, was what most pleased Dick and his chums.

"It's like traveling in a first-class motor-boat, only up in the
clouds, instead of in the water," declared Innis.



CHAPTER XI

A SURPRISE

"Toss over that monkey wrench; will you?"

"Say, who had the saw last?"

"I know I laid a hammer down here, but it's gone now!"

"Look out there!  Low bridge!  Gangway!  One side!"

These, and many other cries and calls, came from the big barn-like
shed, where Dick Hamilton's airship was being constructed.  Dick
himself, and his two chums, Innis Beeby and Paul Drew, had joined
forces with Mr. Vardon in helping on the completion of the Abaris.

"We've got to get a move on!" Dick had said, after he had sent in his
application to compete for the twenty thousand dollar government prize.
"We don't want to be held back at the last minute.  Boys, we've got to
work on this airship ourselves."

"We're with you!" cried Innis and Paul, eagerly.

And so, after some preliminary instructions from Mr. Vardon, the cadets
had taken the tools and started to work.

It did not come so unhandily to them as might have been imagined. At
the Kentfield Military Academy they had been called upon to do much
manual labor, in preparation for a military life.

There had been pontoon bridges to build across streams, by means of
floats and boats.  There had been other bridges to throw across defiles
and chasms.  There were artillery and baggage wagons to transport along
poor roads.  And all this, done for practice, now stood Dick and his
chums in good stead.

They knew how to employ their hands, which is the best training in the
world for a young man, and they could also use tools to advantage.

So now we find Dick, Paul and Innis laboring over the new airship, in
which the young millionaire hoped to make a flight across the United
States, from ocean to ocean.

"That's what I like to see!" exclaimed Uncle Ezra, as he came out to
the shed just before he started back for Dankville.  "It does young men
good to work.  Pity more of 'em don't do it.  Hard work and plain food
is what the rising generation wants. I don't approve of airships--that
is as a rule," the crabbed old miser hastily added, "but, of course,
twenty thousand dollars is a nice prize to win.  I only hope you get
it.  Nephew Richard.  I like to see you work.  I'm going back now.
I'll tell your Aunt Samantha that you've at last learned how to do
something, even if it is only building an airship."

"Don't you call my studies at Kentfield something, Uncle Ezra?" asked
Dick.

"No sir!  No, sir-ee!" cried the elderly man.  "That's time and money
thrown away.  But I see that you can do manual labor, Nephew Richard,
and if you really want to do useful work, and earn money, I'd be glad
to have you in my woolen mill.  I could start you on three dollars and
a half a week, and you could soon earn more.  Will you come?"

"No, thank you," said Dick.  "Thank you just the same."

He had a vivid idea of what it might mean to work for his Uncle Ezra.
Besides, Dick's fortune was such that he did not have to work.  But he
fully intended to, and he was getting a training that would enable him
to work to the best advantage.  Just because he was a millionaire he
did not despise work.  In fact he liked it, and he had made up his mind
that he would not be an idler.

Just now aviation attracted him, and he put in as many hours working
over his airship--hard work, too,--as many a mechanic might have done.

"Well, I'll say good-bye, Nephew Richard," spoke Uncle Ezra, after
walking about the big airship, and looking at it more closely than
would seem natural, after he had characterized it as a "foolish piece
of business."

"I'm sorry you won't stay until my father gets back," spoke Dick. "I
expect him tomorrow, or next day."

"Well, if I stayed I know my hired man would waste a lot of feed on the
horses," said Uncle Ezra.  "And every time I go away he sits up and
burns his kerosene lamp until almost ten o'clock at night.  And oil has
gone up something terrible of late."

"Well, I hope you'll come and see us again," invited Dick, as his uncle
started to go.  "But won't you let me send you to the station in the
auto?  It isn't being used."

"No, Nephew Richard.  Not for me!" exclaimed Uncle Ezra.  "You might
bust a tire, and then you'd expect me to pay for it."

"Oh, no, I wouldn't!"

"Well, then, there might be some accident, and I might get my clothes
torn.  That would mean I'd have to have a new suit.  I've worn this one
five years, and it's good for three more, if I'm careful of it!" he
boasted, as he looked down at his shiny, black garments.

"Then you're going to walk?" asked Dick.

"Yes, Nephew Richard.  There's grass almost all the way to the station,
and I can keep on that.  It will save my shoes."

"But people don't like you to walk on their grass," objected Dick.

"Huh!  Think I'm going to tramp on the hard sidewalks and wear out my
shoe leather?" cried Uncle Ezra.  "I guess not!"

He started off, trudging along with his cane, but paused long enough to
call back:

"Oh, Nephew Richard, I got the cook to put me up some sandwiches. I can
eat them on the train, and save buying.  The idea of charging ten cents
in the railroad restaurant!  It's robbery!  I had her use stale bread,
so that won't be wasted."

Dick hopelessly shook his head.  He really could say nothing.

His chums knew Uncle Ezra's character, and sympathized with their
friend.

The cadets resumed work on the big airship.  The framework of the wings
had been completed, and all that was necessary was to stretch on the
specially made canvas.  The cabin was nearing completion, and the place
for the engine had been built.  The big propellers had been constructed
of several layers of mahogany, and tested at a speed to which they
would never be subjected in a flight.  The bicycle wheels on which the
big airship would run along the ground, until it had acquired momentum
for a rise, were put in place.

"I didn't just like those hydroplanes, though," said Dick, who had
added them as an after thought.  "I think they should be made larger."

"And I agree with you," said Mr. Vardon.  "The only use you will have
for the hydroplanes, or wheel-pontoons, will be in case you are
compelled to make a landing on the water.  But they should be larger,
or you will not float sufficiently high.  Make them larger. But it will
cost more money."

"I don't mind that," returned Dick.  "Of course I am not anxious to
throw money away, but I want to make a success of this, and win the
prize, not so much because of the cash, as to show how your
equilibrizer works, and to prove that it is possible to make an airship
flight across the continent.

"So, if bigger hydroplanes are going to make it more certain for us to
survive an accident, put them on."

"I will," promised the aviator.

Pontoons, or hydroplanes, in this case, I might state, were hollow,
water-tight, wooden boxes, so fitted near the wheels of the airship,
that they could be lowered by levers in case the craft had to descend
on water.  They were designed to support her on the waves.

Several days of hard work passed.  The aircraft was nearing completion.
The cabin was finished, and had been fitted up with most of the
apparatus and the conveniences for the trip.  There were instruments to
tell how fast the Abaris was traveling, how far she was above the
earth, the speed and direction of the wind and machinery, and others,
to predict, as nearly as possible, future weather conditions.

In the front of the cabin was a small pilothouse, in which the operator
would have his place. From there he could guide the craft, and control
it in every possible way.

There was a sleeping cabin, fitted with bunks, a combined kitchen and
dining-room, a small living-room, and the motor-room.  Of course the
latter took up the most space, being the most important.

In addition there was an outside platform, built in the rear of the
enclosed cabin, where one could stand and look above the clouds, or at
the earth below.

Gasolene and storage batteries furnished the power, and there was
plenty in reserve.  Dick wanted to take no chances in his prize flight.

The second day after Uncle Ezra's departure the motor for the airship
arrived.

"Now for a test!" cried Dick, when the machine had been uncrated and
set up on the temporary base.  The attachments were made, an extra pair
of trial propellers connected, and the power turned on.

With a roar and a throb, the motor started, and as Mr. Vardon glanced
at the test gages with anxious eyes he cried:

"She does better than we expected, Dick!  We can cross the continent
with that engine, and not have to make more than two stops."

"Are you sure?" asked the young millionaire.

"Positive," was the answer.

Further tests confirmed this opinion, and preparations were made to
install the motor in the airship.

It was while this was being done that a servant brought Dick a message.

"Someone has called to see you," said the man.

"Who is it?"

"He says his name is Lieutenant Larson, formerly of the United States
Army, and he has important information for you."

"Larson!" exclaimed Dick in surprise.  "I wonder what he wants of me?"

"Will you see him?" asked Paul.

"I suppose I had better," said Dick, slowly.  "I wonder what he wants?"



CHAPTER XII

LARSON SEES UNCLE EZRA

Dick Hamilton had not been very friendly with Lieutenant Larson during
the aviation instruction at Kentfield.  In fact the young millionaire
did not like the army officer.  Added to this the suspicion that Larson
might have had some hand in tampering with the stabilizer of Mr.
Vardon's craft, did not make Dick any too anxious to see the birdman.

And yet he felt that in courtesy he must.

"I'll go in the library and meet him," said Dick, to the servant who
had brought the message.  "I don't care to have him out here, where he
might see my airship," Dick added, to his chums.

"I guess you're right there," agreed Paul.

"He might take some of your ideas, and make a machine for himself that
would win the prize," added Innis.

"Oh, well, I'm not so afraid of that," replied Dick, "as I intend,
after I complete my craft, and if she wins the prize, to turn my plans
and ideas over to the government, anyhow, for their use. But I don't
just like the idea of Larson coming out to the work-shed."

Mr. Vardon and his men were in another part of the big barn, and had
not heard of the arrival of the army man.

"How do you do?" greeted Dick, as he met Larson in the library. "I'm
glad to see you."

This was polite fiction, that, perhaps, might be pardoned.

"I don't want to trouble you, Mr. Hamilton," went on the lieutenant,
with a shifty glance around the room, "but I have left the army, and
have engaged in the building of airships.

"I recall that you said at Kentfield, that you were going to construct
one, and I called to see if I could not get the contract," Larson went
on.

"Well, I am sorry, for your sake, to say that my craft is almost
completed," replied Dick.  "So I can't give you the contract."

"Completed!" cried Larson, in tones that showed his great surprise.
"You don't mean to tell me you have undertaken the important work of
constructing an aeroplane so soon after coming from the military
academy?"

"Well, I didn't want to waste any time," replied Dick, wondering at the
lieutenant's interest.  "I'm going to try for the government prize, and
I wanted to be early on the job."

Larson hesitated a moment, and resumed:

"Well, then it is too late; I suppose?  I hoped to get you to adopt my
plans for an aeroplane.  But I have been delayed making arrangements,
and by resigning from the army.

"Perhaps I am not too late, though, to have you adopt my type of
equilibrizer.  My mercury tubes--"

"I am sorry, but you are too late there," interrupted Dick.

"What type are you using?" the lieutenant cried, dramatically.

"The Vardon.  I might say that Mr. Vardon is also building my airship.
It will contain his gyroscope."

"A gyroscope!" cried the former officer.  "You are very foolish! You
will come to grief with that.  The only safe form is the mercury tube,
of which I am the inventor."

At that moment Vardon himself, who wished to consult Dick on some
point, came into the room, not knowing a caller was there.

"I am sorry," went on the young millionaire, "but I am going to use Mr.
Vardon's gyroscope."

"Then you may as well give up all hope of winning the prize!" sneered
Larson.  "You are a very foolish young man.  Vardon is a dreamer, a
visionary inventor who will never amount to anything. His gyroscope is
a joke, and--"

"I am sorry you think so," interrupted the aviator.  "But you evidently
considered my gyroscope such a good joke that you tried to spoil it."

"I!  What do you mean?  You shall answer for that!" cried the former
lieutenant, in an unnecessarily dramatic manner.

"I think you know what I mean," replied Vardon, coolly.  "I need not go
into details.  Only I warn you that if you are seen tampering about the
Hamilton airship, on which I am working, that you will not get off so
easily as you did in my case!"

"Be careful!" warned Larson.  "You are treading on dangerous ground!"

"And so are you," warned the aviator, not allowing himself to get
excited as did Larson.  "I know of what I am speaking."

"Then I want to tell you that you are laboring under a
misapprehension," sneered the former officer.  "I can see that I am not
welcome here.  I'll go."

Dick did not ask him to stay.  The young millionaire was anything but a
hypocrite.

"What did he want?" asked Mr. Vardon, when Larson had left.

"To build my airship.  He evidently did not know that I had already
engaged you.  He got a surprise, I think."

"He is a dangerous man, and an unscrupulous one," said the aviator. "I
do not say that through any malice, but because I firmly believe it.  I
would never trust him."

"Nor shall I," added Dick.  "I presume though, that he will have some
feeling against me for this."

"Very likely," agreed Mr. Vardon.  "You will have to be on your guard."

The young millionaire and the aviator then went into details about some
complicated point in the construction of the Abaris, with which it is
not necessary to weary my readers.

Larson must have recalled what Dick had told him about Uncle Ezra being
a wealthy man, for, as subsequent events disclosed, the disappointed
army officer went almost at once to Dankville.  And there he laid
before the miserly man a plan which Uncle Ezra eventually took up,
strange as it may seen.

It was the bait of the twenty thousand dollar prize that "took," in his
case.

Larson had some trouble in reaching Mr. Larabee, who was a bit shy of
strangers.  When one, (in this case Larson) was announced by Aunt
Samantha, Mr. Larabee asked:

"Does he look like an agent?"

"No, Ez, I can't say he does."

"Does he look like a collector?"

"No, Ez, not the usual kind."

"Or a missionary, looking for funds to buy pocket handkerchiefs for the
heathen?"

"Hardly.  He's smoking, and I wish you'd hurry and git him out of the
parlor, for he's sure to drop some ashes on the carpet that we've had
ever since we got married."

"Smoking in my parlor!" exclaimed Uncle Ezra.  "I'll get him out of
there. The idea!  Why, if any sun is let in there it will spoil the
colors.  How'd you come to open that?" he asked of his wife, wrathfully.

"I didn't.  But I was so surprised at havin' someone come to the front
door, which they never do, that I didn't know what to say. He asked if
you was to home, and I said you was.  Then he said: 'Well, I'll wait
for him in here,' and he pushed open the parlor door and went in.  I
had it open the least mite, for I thought I saw a speck of sun comin'
through a crack in the blinds and I was goin' in to close it when the
bell rang."

"The idea!  Sitting in my parlor!" muttered Uncle Ezra.  "I'll get him
out of that.  You're sure he ain't a book peddler?"

"He don't seem to have a thing to sell except nerve," said Aunt
Samantha, "and he sure has got plenty of that."

"I'll fix him!" cried Uncle Ezra.

But he proved to be no match for the smooth sharper in the shape of
Larson.

"Did you want to see me?" demanded the crabbed old man.

"I did," answered Larson coolly, as he continued to puff away at his
cigar.  "I came to offer you a chance to make twenty thousand dollars."

"Twenty thousand dollars!"  Uncle Ezra nearly lost his breath, he was
so surprised.

"That's what I said!  I'm in a position to give you a good chance to
make that much money, and perhaps more.  If you will give me half an
hour of your time--"

"Look here!" interrupted Mr. Larabee, "this ain't no lottery scheme; is
it?  If it is I want to warn you that I'm a deacon in the church. I
wouldn't go into any lottery unless I was sure I could win.  I don't
believe in gambling.  As a deacon of the church I couldn't countenance
nothing like that.  No gambling!"

"This is not a gamble," Larson assured him.  "It's a sure thing. I'll
show you how to make twenty thousand dollars!"

"I--I guess I'd better open a window in here, so we can see," said
Uncle Ezra, faintly.  "That's quite a pile of money to talk about in
the dark," and to the horror of Aunt Samantha she saw, a little later,
the sun shamelessly streaming in on her carpet that had only been
treated to such indignities on the occasions of a funeral, or something
like that.  The parlor of the Dankville house was like a tomb in this
respect.



CHAPTER XIII

UNCLE EZRA ACTS QUEERLY

Exactly what passed between Uncle Ezra Larabee and his caller, Aunt
Samantha never learned.  She was so overcome at seeing the parlor
opened, that perhaps she did not listen sufficiently careful.  She
overheard the murmur of voices, and, now and then, such expressions as
"above the clouds," "in the air," "twenty thousand dollars, and maybe
more."

"Gracious goodness!" she murmured as she hurried out to the kitchen,
where she smelled something burning on the stove.  "I wonder what it's
all about?  Can Ezra have lost money on some of his investments?  If he
has, if it's gone up above the clouds, and in the air, the way he's
talking about it things will be terrible; terrible!  It will come nigh
onto killin' him, I expect!"

She went back to listen again outside the parlor door, but could make
out nothing.

She did catch, however, her husband's expression of:

"Twenty thousand dollars!  It's a pile of money!  A heap!"

"Oh my!" she murmured faintly.  "If he's lost that we'll go to the
poorhouse, sure!"

But nothing like that happened.  As a matter of fact Uncle Ezra could
have lost that sum several times over, and not have felt it except in
the anguish of his mind.

When the caller had gone, Uncle Ezra seemed rather cheerful, much to
the amazement of Aunt Samantha.  She could not understand it. At the
same time her husband appeared to be worried about something.

"But he doesn't act as though he had lost a lot of money," his wife
reasoned.  "He certainly acts queer, but not just that way.  I wonder
what it can be?"

And during the next week Uncle Ezra acted more queerly than ever. He
received several other visits from the strange man who had given his
name to Aunt Samantha, when first calling, as "Lieutenant Larson."
Also, Mr. Larabee went off on several short trips.

"I wonder whatever's got into him?" mused Aunt Samantha.  "I never knew
him to act this way before.  I do hope he isn't doing anything rash!"

If she had only known!

Uncle Ezra became more and more engrossed with his caller who came
several days in succession.  They were shut up together in the parlor,
and one window shutter was opened each time, to the horror of Mrs.
Larabee.

"That carpet will be faded all out, and clean ruined," she complained
to her husband.

"Well, if it is, maybe I'll get money enough to buy a new one," said
Uncle Ezra.  "Mind, I'm not saying for sure," he added, cautiously,
"but maybe."

"Why, how you talk!" cried Aunt Samantha.  "That carpet ought to last
us until we die!  A new carpet!  I never heard tell of such a thing!
Never in all my born days!  The idea!"

Uncle Ezra chuckled grimly.  It was clear that he was acting in a new
role, and he was a surprise, even to himself.

At last Aunt Samantha could stand the suspense no longer.  One night,
after a rather restless period, she awakened Uncle Ezra who had, most
unusually, been talking in his sleep.

"Ezra!  Ezra!  Wake up!" she demanded in a loud whisper, at the same
time vigorously shaking him.

"Eh!  What is it?  Burglars?" he asked, sitting up in bed.

"No, Ezra.  Nothin' like that!"

"Oh, cats, eh?  Well, if it's only cats go to sleep.  I don't mind 'em."

"No, Ezra, I didn't say cats.  But you're talkin' in your sleep. That
is, you were."

"I was?"

"Yes."

"What'd I say?" and he seemed anxious.

"Why you were talkin' a lot about flyin' in the air, and goin' up to
the clouds, and bein' in a race, and winnin' twenty thousand dollars!
Oh, Ezra, if you care for me at all, tell me what mystery this is!" she
pleaded.

"Did I say all that?" he asked, scratching his head.

"Yes, and a lot more!  You said something about an airship."

"Humph!  Well, that's it!"

"What is?"

"An airship!  I might as well tell you, I reckon.  I'm having one of
them contraptions made."

"What contraptions?  Oh, Ezra!"

"An airship," he answered.  "I'm going to have one, and win a twenty
thousand dollar prize from the government.  Then I'll go into the
airship business and sell 'em.  I'll get rich, Samantha!"

"Oh Ezra!  Do you mean to say you're goin' in for any such foolishness
as that?"

"'Tain't 'foolish!"

"'Tis so!  And--and are you--are you goin' to go up in one of them
things--them airships?"

"Well, I reckon I might.  It's my machine, and I'm not going to let
them aviary fellers monkey too much with it unless I'm on board. They
might bust something, and want me to pay for it.  Yes, I reckon I'll do
some flying myself."

"Ezra Larabee!" cried his horror-stricken wife.  "Be you plumb crazy?"

"I hope not, Samantha."

"But goin' up in an airship!  Why it's flyin' in the face of
Providence!"

"Well, it'll be flying in the air, at the same time," he chuckled.
Clearly this was a different Uncle Ezra than his wife had ever known.
She sighed.

"The idea!" Aunt Samantha murmured.  "Goin' up in an airship. You'll
fall and be killed, as sure as fate."

"That's what I was afraid of first," said Uncle Ezra, "and I didn't
want to go into the scheme.  But this young feller, Lieutenant Larson,
he proved to me different.  They can't fall.  If your engine stops all
you got to do is to come down like a feather.  He used some funny word,
but I can't think of it now.  But it's safe--it's safer than farming,
he claims.  Most any time on a farm a bull may gore you, or a threshing
engine blow up.  But there's nothing like that in an airship.

"Besides, think of the twenty thousand dollars I'm going to get," he
added as a final argument.

"You're not sure of it," objected his wife.

"Oh, yes I be!" he boasted.  "Then I'm going into the airship business.
Well, now I've told you, I'm going to sleep again."

"As if anyone could sleep after hearin' such news," she sighed.  "I
jest know suthin' will happen!  And think what everybody will say about
you!  They'll say you're crazy!"

"Let 'em!" he replied, tranquilly.  "They won't say so when I get that
twenty thousand dollars!"

"But can't you get the money any easier way?" she wanted to know.

"How, I'd like to know?  All I got to do to get this, is to get an
airship to fly from New York to San Francisco."

"Why Ezra Larabee!" she exclaimed.  "Now I'm sure you're not right in
your head.  You'll have the doctor in the mornin'."

"Oh, no, I won't!" he declared.  "Don't catch me wasting any money on
doctors.  I'm all right."

How Aunt Samantha managed to get to sleep again she never knew. But she
did, though her rest was marred by visions of airships and balloons
turning upside down and spilling Mr. Larabee all over the landscape.

Mrs. Larabee renewed her objections in the morning, but her husband was
firm.  He had decided to have an airship built to compete for the big
prize, and Larson was going to do the work.

Just what arguments the aviator had used to win over Uncle Ezra none
but he himself knew.  I rather think it was the harping constantly on
the twenty thousand dollar prize.

That Mr. Larabee was hard to convince may easily be imagined.  In fact
it was learned, afterward, that the lieutenant almost gave up the
attempt at one time.  But he was persistent, to gain his own ends at
least, and talked earnestly.  Finally Uncle Ezra gave a rather grudging
consent to the scheme, but he stipulated that only a certain sum be
spent, and that a comparatively small one.

To this the lieutenant agreed, but I fancy with a mental reservation
which meant that he would get more if he could.

At any rate preparations for building the craft, in an unused part of
Uncle Ezra's woolen mill at Dankville, went on apace.

I say apace, and yet I must change that.  Uncle Ezra, with his usual
"closeness" regarding money, rather hampered Larson's plans.

"What do you reckon an airship ought to cost?" Mr. Larabee had asked
when he first decided he would undertake it.

"Oh, I can make a good one for three thousand dollars," had been the
answer of the former lieutenant.

"Three thousand dollars!" whistled Uncle Ezra.  "That's a pot of money!"

"But you'll get twenty thousand dollars in return."

"That's so.  Well, go ahead.  I guess I can stand it."  But it was not
without many a sigh that the crabbed old man drew out the money from
the bank, in small installments.

The work was started, but almost at once Larson demanded more than the
original three thousand.  Uncle Ezra "went up in the air," so to speak.

"More money!" he cried.  "I shan't spend another cent!"

"But you'll have to.  We want this airship to win the prize, and get
ahead of the one your nephew is building.  I have decided on some
changes, and they will cost money."

Uncle Ezra sighed--and gave in.  The truth was that Larson was little
better than a sharper, and, though he did know something about
aeroplanes, he knew more about how to fleece his victims.

And though Uncle Ezra furnished more money he tried to save it in other
ways.  He skimped on his table, until even Aunt Samantha, used as she
was to "closeness," objected.  Then Mr. Larabee announced a cut in
wages at his factory, and nearly caused a strike.

But he was firm, and by reducing the pittance earned by the luckless
operatives he managed to save a few hundred dollars which promptly went
into the airship--that is, what Larson did not keep for himself.

But Uncle Ezra's airship was being built, which fact, when it became
known, caused much comment.  No one save Uncle Ezra and the lieutenant
and his workmen, were allowed in the factory where the machine was
being constructed.  It was to be kept a secret as to the form of
construction.

Meanwhile, having committed himself to becoming an aviator, Mr. Larabee
began to study the methods of birdmen.  He obtained several volumes
(second hand, of course) on the history of navigating the air, and on
the advance in the construction of aeroplanes.  These he read
diligently.

He could also have been observed going about, gazing up into the
clouds, as though he was calculating from how great a height a man
could fall with safety.  In reality he imagined he was studying air
currents.

Uncle Ezra Larabee was certainly acting most queerly, and his friends,
or, rather, his acquaintances, for he had no real friends, did not know
what to make of him.  He did not give up his idea, however, not even
when Larson raised his original estimate to five thousand dollars.

"Petrified polecats!" cried Uncle Ezra.  "You'll bankrupt me, man!"

"Oh, no," answered Larson, with a winning smile.  "This is getting off
cheap.  I want to increase the size of my mercury stabilizer to render
the airship more safe for you when you go after that twenty thousand
dollars."

"Well, I s'pose I've got to," sighed Uncle Ezra, and he made a careful
note of how much had already been spent.  "There's three thousand, nine
hundred twenty-eight dollars and fourteen cents you've had so far," he
reminded the lieutenant.  "Don't be wasteful!"

"I won't," was the promise, easily given at least.



CHAPTER XIV

THE TRIAL FLIGHT

"All ready now; take her out!"

"Yes, and look out for the side wings!  That doorway isn't any too
wide."

"No.  We'll have to cut some off, I guess!"

"Say, it's big; isn't it?"

These were the comments of Dick Hamilton and his chums as the fine, new
airship, the Abaris, was wheeled out of the shed where it had been
constructed.  And certainly the young millionaire might be proud of his
newest possession.  Mr. Vardon and his men had labored well on the
aeroplane.

It was rather a tight squeeze to get the big craft out of the barn
doors, wide as they were, but it was successfully accomplished, and the
craft now stood on a level stretch of grass, ready for her first trial
flight.

Save for a few small details, and the stocking and provisioning of the
craft in preparation for the trip across the continent, everything had
been finished.  The big motor had been successfully tested, and had
developed even more power than had been expected. The propellers
delivered a greater thrust on the air than was actually required to
send the Abaris along.

"We'll have that for emergencies," said Dick.  "Such as getting about
in a hurricane, and the like."

"I hope we don't get into anything like that," remarked Mr. Vardon,
"but if we do, I think we can weather it."

"How does the gyroscope stabilizer work?" asked Paul, who with Innis,
had made Dick's house his home while the airship was being built.

"It does better than I expected," replied the inventor.  "I was a bit
doubtful, on account of having to make it so much larger than my first
model, whether or not it would operate.  But it does, perfectly,--at
least it has in the preliminary tests.  It remains to be seen whether
or not it will do so when we're in the air, but I trust it will."

"At any rate, Larson hasn't had a chance to tamper with it," said Jack
Butt, grimly.

"No, he hasn't been around," agreed Dick.  "I wonder what has become of
him?"

As yet the young millionaire knew nothing of the plans of his Uncle
Ezra, for he had been too busy to visit his relatives in Dankville.

"Well, let's wheel her over to the starting ground," proposed Dick, as
they stood around the airship.  A level stretch had been prepared back
of the barn, leading over a broad meadow, and above this the test
flight would be made, as it offered many good landing places.

The airship was so large and heavy, as compared with the ordinary
biplane, that a team of horses was used to pull it to the starting
place.  But heavy as it necessarily had to be, to allow the enclosed
cabin to be carried, the young millionaire and his aviator hoped that
the power of the motor would carry them aloft and keep them there.

"Go ahead!" cried Dick, as the team was hitched to the long rope made
fast to the craft.  "Take it easy now, we don't want an accident before
we get started.  Grit, come back here!  This is nothing to get excited
over," for the bulldog was wildly racing here and there, barking
loudly.  He did not understand the use of the big, queer-looking
machine.

"Well, I'm just in time, I see!" exclaimed a voice from the direction
of the house.  Dick turned and cried:

"Hello, Larry, old man.  I'm glad you got here.  I was afraid you
wouldn't," and he vigorously shook hands with the young reporter, who
also greeted the other cadets.  Grit leaped joyfully upon him, for he
and Larry were great friends.

"Going to take her up, Dick?" asked Larry Dexter.

"Going to try," was the cautious answer.

"Want to take a chance?"

"I sure do!  It won't be the first chance I've taken.  And I may get a
good story out of this.  Got orders from the editor not to let anything
get away from me."

"Well, I hope you have a success to report, and not a failure,"
remarked Paul.

"Same here," echoed Beeby.

When the airship had been hauled to the edge of the starting ground, a
smooth, hard-packed, level space, inclining slightly down grade, so as
to give every advantage, a careful inspection was made of every part of
the craft.

As I have explained, all the vital parts of the Abaris were in the
enclosed cabin, a unique feature of the airship.  In that, located
"amid-ships," was the big motor, the various controls, the living,
sleeping and dining-rooms and storage compartments for oil, gasolene
and supplies.  Naturally there was no excess room, and quarters were
almost as cramped as on a submarine, where every inch counts.

But there was room enough to move about, and have some comfort.  On an
enclosed platform back of the cabin there was more space.  That was
like an open deck, and those on it would be protected from the fierce
rushing of the air, by means of the cabin.  This cabin, I might add,
was built wedge-shaped, with the small part pointing ahead, to cut down
the air resistance as much as possible.

The big propellers were of course outside the cabin, and in the rear,
where was located the horizontal rudder, for guiding the craft to right
or left.  At the rear was also an auxiliary vertical rudder, for
elevating or lowering the craft.  The main elevation rudder was in
front, and this was of a new shape, never before used, as far as Mr.
Vardon knew.

There was another feature of the Abaris that was new and one which
added much to the comfort and safety of those aboard her.  This had to
do with the starting of the motor and the operation of the big wooden
propellers.

In most aeroplanes, whether of the single or double type, the
propeller, or propellers, are directly connected to the motor.  In some
monoplanes the motor, especially the Gnome, itself rotates, carrying
the blades with it.  In biplanes, such as the Burgess, Wright or
Curtiss, it is the custom to operate the propellers directly from the
motor, either by means of a shaft, or by sprocket chains.

But, in any case, the starting of the engine means the whirling of the
propellers, for they are directly connected.  This is why, when once
the engine stops in mid-air, it can not be started again.  Or at least
if it is started it is mostly a matter of chance in getting it to go
under compression or by the spark.  There is no chance for the aviator
to get out and whirl the propellers which are, in a measure, what a
flywheel is to an automobile.

Also that is why the aviator has to be in his seat at the controls, and
have some other person start his machine for him, by turning over the
propeller, or propellers until the motor fires.

Lately however, especially since the talk of the flight across the
Atlantic, a means has been found to allow the aviator, or some helper
with him, to start the engine once it has stalled in midair. This is
accomplished by means of a sprocket chain gear and a crank connected to
the engine shaft.  The turning handle is within reach of the aviator.

But Mr. Vardon, and Dick, working together, had evolved something
better than this.  Of course in their craft, with space to move about
in the cabin, they had an advantage over the ordinary aviator, who, in
case of engine trouble, has no place to step to to make an examination.

But Dick's engine was not directly connected to the propellers. There
was a clutch arrangement, so that the motor could be started, with the
propellers out of gear, and they could be "thrown in," just as an
automobile is started.  This gave greater flexibility, and also allowed
for the reversing of the propellers to make a quick stop.

And it was not necessary for Dick to "crank" his motor.  An electric
self-starter did this for him, though in case of emergency the engine
could be started by hand.

In fact everything aboard the Abaris was most up-to-date, and it was on
this that Dick counted in winning the big prize.

"Well, I guess everything is as ready as it ever will be," remarked the
young millionaire, as he and the aviator made a final inspection of the
craft.  "Get aboard, fellows!"

"He's as cheerful about it as though he were inviting us to a hanging,"
laughed Paul.

"Oh, I'm not worrying about any accident," said Dick quickly.  "I'm
only afraid we've made her too big and won't get any speed out of her.
And speed is what's going to count in this trans-continental flight."

"She'll be speedy enough," predicted Mr. Vardon, with a confident air.

Paul, Innis, Larry and Mr. Vardon entered the cabin.  Then Dick went
in, followed by Jack Butt, who remained to tighten a guy wire that was
not just to his satisfaction.

"Well, are we all here?" asked Dick, looking around.

"Yes," answered Paul, and there was a note of quiet apprehension in his
voice.  Indeed it was rather a risk they were all taking, but they had
confidence in Mr. Vardon.

"Let her go," said Dick to the aviator.

"No, you have the honor of starting her, Mr. Hamilton," insisted Mr.
Vardon, motioning to the electrical apparatus.

"All right!  Here goes," announced the wealthy youth, as he pressed the
starting handle.  Everyone was on the alert, but nothing happened.  The
motor remained "dead."

"What's the trouble?" asked Dick.

"You've always got to turn that switch first, before you turn the
starting handle," explained Jack.

"Oh, sure!  How stupid of me!" cried Dick.  "And I've started it in
practice a score of times.  Well, now, once more."

This time, when the switch had been thrown, the motor started at once
with a throbbing roar.  Faster and faster it rotated until the whole
craft trembled.  There was considerable noise, for the muffler was not
fully closed.  Dick wanted to warm-up the machinery first.

"That'll do!" shouted Mr. Vardon, who was watching the gage that told
the number of revolutions per minute.  "Throw in your clutch!"

"Now to see if she'll rise or not," murmured Dick.  He pulled the lever
that closed the muffler, thus cutting down, in a great measure, the
throb of the motor.  Then, with a look at his chums, he threw in the
clutch.  The great propellers began to revolve, and soon were flying
around on their axles with the swiftness of light.

Slowly the Abaris moved forward along the ground.

"We're off!" cried Paul, excitedly.

"Not quite yet," answered Dick.  "I want more power than we've got now."

He had it, almost in a moment, for the airship increased her speed
across the slightly downward slope.  Faster and faster she rolled along
on the rubber-tired wheels.

"Now!", cried Dick, with his hand on the lever of the elevating rudder.
"Look out for yourselves, fellows!"

He gave a backward pull.  A thrill seemed to go through the whole
craft.  Her nose rose in the air.  The forward wheels left the ground.
Then the back ones tilted up.

Up shot the Abaris at an easy angle.  Up and up!  Higher and higher!

"We're doing it!" cried Dick, as he looked from the pilot house window
to the earth fast falling below him.  "Fellows, she's a success!  We're
going up toward the clouds!"



CHAPTER XV

IN DANGER

That Dick was proud and happy, and that Mr. Vardon and the chums of the
young millionaire were pleased with the success of the airship,
scarcely need be said.  There was, for the first few moments, however
such a thrill that scarcely any one of them could correctly analyze his
feelings.

Of course each one of them had been in an aeroplane before.  Mr. Vardon
and his helper had made many flights, not all of them successful, and
Dick and his fellow cadets had gone up quite often, though they were,
as yet, only amateurs.  Larry Dexter was perhaps less familiar with
aeroplanes than any of them, but he seemed to take it as a matter of
course.

"Say, this is great!  Just great!" cried Dick, as he slipped the lever
of the elevating rudder into a notch to hold it in place.  He intended
going up considerably higher.

"It sure is great, old man!" cried Paul. "I congratulate you."

"Oh, the praise belongs to Mr. Vardon," said Dick, modestly.  "I
couldn't have done anything without him."

"And if it hadn't been for your money, I couldn't have done anything,"
declared the aviator.  "It all worked together."

"Say, how high are you going to take us?" asked Innis.

"Not getting scared, are you?" asked Dick, with a glance at the
barograph, to ascertain the height above the earth.  "We're only up
about two thousand feet.  I want to make it three."  He looked at Mr.
Vardon for confirmation.

"Three thousand won't be any too much," agreed the aviator.  "She'll
handle better at that distance, or higher.  But until we give her a
work out, it's best not to get too high."

The big propellers were whirling more and more rapidly as the motor
warmed-up to its work.  The craft was vibrating with the strain of the
great power, but the vibration had been reduced to a minimum by means
of special spring devices.

"Now we'll try a spiral ascent," said Dick, as he moved the lever of
the horizontal rudder.  The Abaris responded instantly, and began a
spiral climb, which is usually the method employed by birdmen. They
also generally descend in spirals, especially when volplaning.

Up and up went the big aircraft.  There was a section of the cabin
floor made of thick transparent celluloid, and through this a view
could be had of the earth below.

"We're leaving your place behind, Dick," said Paul, as he noted the
decreasing size of the home of the young millionaire.

"Well, we'll come back to it--I hope," Dick answered.  "Don't you
fellows want to try your hand at steering?"

"Wait until you've been at it a while, and see how it goes," suggested
Innis.  "We don't want to wreck the outfit."

But the Abaris seemed a stanch craft indeed, especially for an airship.

"Say, this is a heap-sight better than sitting strapped in a small
seat, with the wind cutting in your face!" exclaimed Larry, as he moved
about the enclosed cabin.

"It sure is mighty comfortable--the last word in aeroplaning, just as
Dick's touring car was in autoing," declared Paul, who had taken a seat
at a side window and was looking out at some low-lying clouds.

"All we want now is a meal, and we'll be all to the merry!" Dick
exclaimed.

"A meal!" cried Larry.  "Are you going to serve meals aboard here?"

"Yes, and cook 'em, too," answered the young millionaire.  "Paul, show
Larry where the galley is," for the reporter had not called at Hamilton
Corners in some time, and on the last occasion the airship had been far
from complete.

"Say, this is great!" Larry cried, as he saw the electrical appliances
for cooking.  "This is the limit!  I'm glad I came along."

"We won't stop to cook now," said Mr. Vardon.  "I want to see the
various controls tested, to know if we have to make any changes. Now
we'll try a few evolutions."

In order that all aboard might become familiar with the workings of the
machinery, it was decided that there should be turn and turn about in
the matter of steering and operating the craft.  Reaching a height of
three thousand feet, as Dick ascertained by the barograph, the young
millionaire straightened his craft out on a level keel, and kept her
there, sending her ahead, and in curves, at an increasing speed.

"There you go now, Paul," he called.  "Suppose you take her for a
while."

"Well, if you want an accident, just let me monkey with some of the
works," laughed the jolly cadet.  "I can do it to the queen's taste."

"You'll have to go out of your way, then," said Mr. Vardon.  "I've
arranged the controls so they are as nearly careless proof as possible.
Just think a little bit about what you are going to do, and you won't
have any trouble.  It's a good thing for all of you to learn to manage
the craft alone.  So start in."

Paul found it easier than he expected, and he said, in spite of her
bulk, that the Abaris really steered easier than one of the smaller
biplanes they had gotten used to at Kentfield.

Back and forth over the fields, meadows and woods in the vicinity of
Hamilton Corners the airship was taken, in charge of first one and then
another of the party aboard.  Larry Dexter was perhaps the one least
familiar with the workings of the machine, yet even he did well, with
Dick and Mr. Vardon at his side to coach him.

"Now we'll give the gyroscope stabilizer a test!" said Mr. Vardon, when
each, including himself, had had a turn.  "I want to make sure that it
will stand any strain we can put on it."

"What are you going to do?" asked Dick.

"I'm going to tilt the craft suddenly at an angle that would turn her
over if it were not for the stabilizer," was the answer.

Dick looked at the barograph, or height-recording gage.  It registered
thirty-eight hundred feet.  They had gone up a considerable distance in
making their experiments.

"Maybe you'd better wait," suggested the young millionaire, pointing to
the hand of the dial, "until we go down a bit."

"No," decided the aviator.  "If she's going to work at all she'll do it
up at this distance as well, if not better, than she would five
hundred, or one hundred feet, from the ground."

"But it might be safer--" began Paul.

"There won't be any danger--it will work, I'm sure of it," said Mr.
Vardon, confidently.

The gyroscope which was depended on to keep the airship on a level keel
at all times, or at least to bring her back to it if she were thrown to
a dangerous angle, had been set in motion as soon as the start was
made.  The big lead wheel, with the bearings of antifriction metal, was
spinning around swiftly and noiselessly. Once it had been started, a
small impulse from a miniature electrical motor kept it going.

"Now," said Mr. Vardon, issuing his orders, "when I give the word I
want you all suddenly to come from that side of the cabin to this side.
At the same time, Dick, you will be at the steering wheel, and I want
you to throw her head around as if you were making a quick turn for a
spiral descent.  That ought to throw her nearly on her beams' end, and
we'll see how the gyroscope works.  That will be a good test.  I'll
stand by to correct any fault in the gyroscope."

They were all a little apprehensive as they ranged themselves in line
near one wall of the cabin.  The airship tilted slightly as all the
weight came on one side, just as a big excursion steamer lists to
starboard or port when the crowd suddenly rushes all to one rail.  But,
on a steamer, deck hand are kept in readiness, with barrels of water,
and these they roll to the opposite rail of the boat, thus preserving
the balance.

Mr. Vardon depended on the gyroscope to perform a like service for the
airship, and to do it automatically.

The aviator waited a few moments before giving the order to make the
sudden rush.  Already the apparatus to which was contrasted Lieutenant
Larson's mercury tubes, had acted, and the Abaris, which had dipped,
when all the passengers collected on one side, had now resumed her
level keel again, showing that the gyroscope had worked so far at any
rate.

"Now we'll give her a trial," called Mr. Vardon.  "All ready, come over
on the run, and throw her around, Dick!"

On the run they came, and Dick whirled the steering wheel around to the
left, to cause the Abaris to swerve suddenly.

And swerve she did.  With a sickening motion she turned as a vessel
rolls in a heavy sea, and, at the same moment there was a dip toward
the earth.  The motor which had been humming at high speed went dead on
the instant, and Dick Hamilton's airship plunged downward.



CHAPTER XVI

DICK IS WARNED

"What's the matter?"

"What happened?"

"We're falling!"

"Somebody do something!"

Everyone seemed talking at once, calling out in fear, and looking
wildly about for some escape from what seemed about to be a fatal
accident.  For the Abaris was over half a mile high and was shooting
toward the earth at a terrific rate.

"Wait!  Quiet, everybody!" called Dick, who had not deserted his post
at the steering wheel.  "I'll bring her up.  We'll volplane down!
It'll be all right!"

His calmness made his chums feel more secure, and a glance at Mr.
Vardon and his machinist aided in this.  For the veteran aviator, after
a quick inspection of the machinery, no longer looked worried.

"What has happened?" asked Innis.

"Our engine stalled, for some unknown reason," answered Mr. Vardon,
quickly.  "Fortunately nothing is broken.  I'll see if I can't start it
with the electrical generator.  Are you holding her all right, Dick?"

"I think so; yes.  I can take four or five minutes more to let her down
easy."

"Well, take all the time you can.  Head her up every once in a while.
It will be good practice for you.  The stabilizer worked all right,
anyhow."

The airship was not on a level keel, but was inclined with her "bow"
pointed to the earth, going downward on a slant.  But Dick knew how to
manage in this emergency, for many times he had practiced volplaning to
earth in ordinary biplanes.

By working the lever of the vertical rudder, he now brought the head,
or bow, of the airship up sharply, and for a moment the downward plunge
was arrested.  The Abaris shot along parallel to the plane of the
earth's surface.

This operation, repeated until the ground is reached, is, as I have
already explained, called volplaning.

"Something is wrong," announced Mr. Vardon, as he yanked on the lever
of the starting motor, and turned the switch.  Only the hum of the
electrical machine resulted.  The gasolene motor did not "pick up,"
though both the gasolene and spark levers were thrown over.

"Never mind," counseled Dick.  "I can bring her down all right. There's
really nothing more the matter than if we had purposely stopped the
motor."

"No, that's so," agreed Mr. Vardon.  "But still I want to see what the
trouble is, and why it stopped.  I'll try the hand starter."

But this was of no use either.  The gasolene motor would not start, and
without that the propellers could not be set in motion to sustain the
big craft in the air.  Mr. Vardon, and his helper, with the aid of
Innis, Paul and Larry, worked hard at the motor, but it was as
obstinate as the engine of some stalled motor-boat.

"I can't understand it," said the aviator.

"There's plenty of gasolene in the tank, and the spark is a good, fat
one.  But the motor simply won't start.  How you making out, Dick?"

"All right.  We're going to land a considerable distance from home, but
maybe we can get her started when we reach the ground."

"We'll try, anyhow," agreed the aviator.  "Is she responding all right?"

"Fine.  Couldn't be better.  Let some of the other boys take a hand at
it."

"Well, maybe it would be a good plan," agreed the aviator.  "You never
can tell when you've got to make a glide.  Take turns, boys."

"I don't think I'd better, until I learn how to run an airship that
isn't in trouble," said Larry Dexter.

"Well, perhaps not," said Mr. Vardon.  "But the others may."

Meanwhile the Abaris had been slowly nearing earth, and it was this
slowness, caused by the gradual "sifting" down that would make it
possible to land her with scarcely a jar.

If you have ever seen a kite come down when the wind has died out, you
will understand exactly what this "sifting" is.  It means gliding
downward in a series of acute angles.

The first alarm over, all was now serene aboard Dick's airship. The
attempt to start the motor had been given up, and under the supervision
of Mr. Vardon the two cadets, Innis and Paul, took turns in bringing
the craft down with the engine "dead."  The aviator and his helper had
had experience enough at this.

"Say, this is something new, guiding as big a ship as this without
power," remarked Innis, as he relinquished the wheel to Paul.

"It sure is," said tile latter.  Then, a little later, he called out:

"I say, somebody relieve me, quick.  I believe I'm going to bring her
down in that creek!"

They all looked ahead and downward.  The Abaris, surely enough, was
headed for a stream of water.

"Perhaps you'd better handle her," said Dick to the builder of the
craft.  "We don't want her wrecked before we at least have a START
after that prize."

Mr. Vardon nodded, and took the wheel from Paul.  A few seconds later
he had brought the craft to the ground within a few feet of the edge of
the stream.  Had it been a wider and deeper one they could have landed
on it by using the hydroplanes, but the water seemed too shallow and
full of rocks for that evolution.

And so skillfully had Mr. Vardon manipulated the planes and levers that
the landing was hardly felt.  A number of specially-made springs took
up the jar.

"Well, we're here!" exclaimed Dick, as they all breathed in relief.
"Now to see what the trouble was."

"And we've got a long walk back home, in case we can't find the
trouble," sighed Innis, for he was rather stout, and did not much enjoy
walking.  They had come down several miles from Hamilton Corners.

"Oh, we'll get her fixed up somehow," declared Dick, with confidence.

Quite a throng had gathered from the little country hamlet, on the edge
of which the aircraft had descended, and they crowded up about the
Abaris, looking in wonder at her size and strange shape.

Mr. Vardon lost no time in beginning his hunt for the engine trouble,
and soon decided that it was in the gasolene supply, since, though the
tank was nearly full, none of the fluid seemed to go into the
carburetor.

"There's a stoppage somewhere," the aviator said. The fluid was drawn
off into a reserve tank and then the cause of the mischief was easily
located.

A small piece of cotton waste had gotten into the supply pipe, and
completely stopped the flow of gasolene.

"There it is!" cried the aviator, as he took it out, holding it up for
all to see.

"I wonder if anyone could have done that on purpose?" asked Dick,
looking at his chums, reflectively.

"You mean--Larson?" inquired Jack Butt.  "He's capable of anything like
that."

"But he wasn't near the machine," said Paul.

"Not unless he sneaked in the barn some night," went on the machinist,
who seemed to have little regard for the former lieutenant.

"Well, there's no way of telling for certain, so we had better say
nothing about it," decided Dick.  "Then, too, any of us might have
accidentally dropped the waste in the tank while we were working around
the ship.  I guess we'll call it an accident."

"But it must have been in the tank for some time," argued Larry Dexter,
"and yet it only stopped up the pipe a little while ago."

"It was probably floating around in the tank, doing no damage in
particular," explained Mr. Vardon.  "Then, when we made the ship tilt
that way, to test the stabilizer, the gasolene shifted, and the waste
was flushed into the pipe.  But we're all right now."

This was proved a little later when the motor was started with no
trouble whatever.  There was not a very good place to make a start,
along the edge of the stream, but Dick and his chums realized that they
could not always have perfect conditions, so they must learn to do
under adverse ones.

"Look out of the way!" warned the young millionaire to the assembled
crowd.  They scattered from in front of the craft.  The motor throbbed
and thundered up to high speed, and then the propellers were thrown
into gear.  The big blades beat on the air, the ship moved slowly
forward.  It acquired speed, and then, amid the wondering comments and
excited shouts of the crowd, it soared aloft, and glided through the
air to a great height.

"Off again!" cried Dick, who was at the wheel.

The trip back to Hamilton Corners was made safely, and without incident
worthy of mention.  The four young men took turns in working the
various controls, so as to become familiar with them, and Dick paid
particular attention to Larry Dexter, who needed some coaching.

"I'll get a good story out of this for my paper," said the young
reporter, who was always on the lookout for "copy."

"Well, we've proved that she will fly, and take care of us even when an
accident happens," remarked Dick, when the craft had been put back in
the barn.  "Now we'll groom her a bit, put on the finishing touches,
and we'll be ready to try for that prize.  The time is getting short
now."

"I hope you win it," said Mr. Vardon.  "I shall feel responsible, in a
way, if you don't."

"Nothing of the sort!" cried Dick.  "Whatever happens, I've got a fine
airship, and we'll have a good time, even if we don't get the twenty
thousand dollars."

The next week was a busy one, for there were several little matters
about the airship that needed attention.  But gradually it was made as
nearly perfect as possible.

Then, one morning, Mr. Hamilton, who had some business to transact with
Uncle Ezra, said to Dick:

"Could you take a run over there and leave him these securities? He
asked me to get them for him out of the safe deposit box.  I don't know
what he wants of them, but they are his, and I have no time to take
them to him myself.  You can go in your airship, if you like, and give
him a surprise."

"No, I think I'll go in the auto.  Mr. Vardon is making a change in the
motor, and it isn't in shape to run today.  I'll take the boys over to
Dankville in the small car."

A little later Dick and his chums were on their way to Uncle Ezra's.
They reached Dankville in good time, but, on calling at the house, Aunt
Samantha told them her husband was at the woolen mill.

"We'll go down there and see him," decided Dick, after talking to his
aunt a little while.  She had been looking in the parlor to see that,
by no chance, had a glint of light gotten in.  Of late her husband and
his airship-partner, Larson, had not used the "best room," and so Aunt
Samantha's fears about the carpet being spoiled by cigar ashes had
subsided.

At the factory Dick was directed, by a foreman, to an unused wing of
the building.

"You'll find your uncle in there," the man said to Dick.  "He's
building an airship!"

"A what!" cried the young millionaire in great astonishment, for he had
been too busy, of late, to hear any news from Dankville.

"An airship--a biplane, I believe they're called," the foreman went on.

"Well, I'll be gum-swizzled!" cried Dick, faintly.  "Come on, fellows.
The world must be coming to an end, surely."

As he started to enter the part of the factory whither he had been
directed, his uncle, plainly much excited, came out.

"Stop where you be, Nephew Richard!" he warned.  "Don't come in here!
Stay back!"

"Why, what in the world is the matter?" asked Dick.  "Is something
going to blow up?"



CHAPTER XVII

OFF FOR THE START

Uncle Ezra Larabee stood fairly glaring at his nephew.  The crabbed old
man seemed strangely excited.

"No, there ain't nothing going to blow up," he said, after a pause.
"But don't you come in here.  I warn you away!  You can go in any other
part of my factory you want to, but not in here."

"Well, I certainly don't want to come where I'm not wanted, Uncle
Ezra," said Dick, with dignity.  "But I hear you are building an
airship, and I thought I'd like to get a look at it."

"And that's just what I don't want you to get--none of you," went on
Mr. Larabee, looking at Dick's chums.  "I don't want to be mean to my
dead sister's boy," he added, "but my airship ain't in shape yet to be
inspected."

"Well, if it isn't finished, perhaps we can give you some advice," said
Dick, with a smile.

"Huh! I don't want no advice, thank you," said Uncle Ezra, stiffly. "I
calkerlate Lieutenant Larson knows as much about building airships as
you boys do."

"Larson!" cried Dick.  "Is he here?"

"He certainly is, and he's working hard on my craft.  I'm going to be
an aviator, and win that twenty-thousand-dollar government prize!" Mr.
Larabee said, as though it were a certainty.

"Whew!" whistled Dick.  "Then we'll be rivals, Uncle Ezra."

"Humph!  Maybe you might think so, but I'll leave you so far behind
that you won't know where you are!" boasted the crabbed old man.

"Building an airship; eh?" mused Dick.  "Well, that's the last thing
I'd ever think of Uncle Ezra doing."  Then to his relative he added:
"But if you're going to compete for the prize your airship will have to
be seen.  Why are you so careful about it now?"

"Because we've got secrets about it," replied Mr. Larabee.  "There's
secret inventions on my airship that haven't been patented yet, and I
don't want you going in there, Nephew Richard, and taking some of my
builder's ideas and using 'em on your airship.  I won't have it! That's
why I won't let you in.  I'm not going to have you taking our ideas,
not by a jugful!"

"There's no danger," answered Dick quietly, though he wanted to laugh.
"My airship is all finished.  We've used her, and she's all right.  I
wouldn't change her no matter what I saw on yours."

"Wa'al, you might think so now, but I can't trust nobody--not even you,
so you can't come in," said Uncle Ezra.

"Oh, we won't insist," answered Dick, as he passed over the bonds.
"Father said you wanted these, Uncle Ezra."

"Yes, I do," and an expression, as of pain, passed over the man's face.
"I've got to raise a little money to pay for this airship. It's costing
a terrible pile; a terrible pile!" and he sighed in despair.  "But
then, of course, I'll get the twenty thousand dollars, and that will
help some.  After that I'm going to sell plans and models of my
successful airship, and I'll make a lot more that way.  So of course
I'll get it all back.

"But it's costing me a terrible pile!  Why, would you believe it," he
said, looking around to see that the door to the factory was securely
closed, "would you believe I've already spent five thousand, six
hundred twenty-seven dollars and forty-nine cents on this airship?  And
it ain't quite done yet.  It's a pile of money!"

"Yes, they are expensive, but they're worth it," said Dick.  "It's
great sport--flying."

"It may be.  I've never tried it, but I'm going to learn," declared
Uncle Ezra.  "Only I didn't think it would cost so much or I never
would have gone into it.  But now I'm in I can't get out without losing
all the money I've put up, and I can't do that.  I never could do
that," said Uncle Ezra with a doleful shake of his head.

He gave a sudden start, at some noise, and cried out:

"What's that?  You didn't dare bring your bulldog in here, did you,
Nephew Richard?  If you did I'll--"

"No, I left Grit at home, Uncle Ezra."

Then the noise was repeated.  It came from the part of the factory
where the airship was being constructed, and was probably made by some
of the workmen.

"I guess I'll have to go now," said Mr. Larabee, and this was a hint
for the boys to leave.

"Lieutenant Larson said he wanted to consult with me about something.
I only hope he doesn't want more money," he added with a sigh.  "But he
spends a terrible pile of cash--a terrible pile."

"Yes, and he'll spend a lot more of your cash before he gets through
with you, if I'm any judge," thought Dick, as he and his chums went
back to the automobile.  "To think of Uncle Ezra building an airship!
That's about the limit."

"Do you really think he is going to have a try for the government
prize?" asked Larry Dexter.

"Well, stranger things have happened," admitted the young millionaire.

"You're not worrying, though, are you?" asked Paul.

"Not a bit.  I imagine I'll have to compete with more formidable
opponents than Uncle Ezra.  But I do give Larson credit for knowing a
lot about aircraft.  I don't believe, though, that his mercury
stabilizers are reliable.  Still he may have made improvements on them.
I'd like to get a look at Uncle Ezra's machine."

"And he doesn't want you to," laughed Innis.  "He's a queer man,
keeping track of every cent."

"Oh, it wouldn't be Uncle Ezra if he didn't do that," returned Dick,
with a grin.

There were busy days ahead for the young millionaire and his chums.
Though the Abaris seemed to have been in almost perfect trim on her
trial trip, it developed that several changes had to be made in her.
Not important ones, but small ones, on which the success, or failure,
of the prize journey might depend.

Dick and his friends worked early and late to make the aircraft as
nearly perfect as possible.

Dick's entry had been formally accepted by the government, and he had
been told that an army officer would be assigned to make the
trans-continental flight with him, to report officially on the time and
performance of the craft.  For the government desired to establish the
nearest perfect form of aeroplane, and it reserved the right to
purchase the patent of the successful model.

"And it is on that point that more money may be made than by merely
winning the prize," said Mr. Vardon.  "We must not forget that, so we
want everything as nearly right as possible."

And to this end they worked.

"You're going to take Grit along; aren't you?" asked Paul of Dick one
day, as they were laboring over the aircraft, putting on the finishing
touches.

"Oh, sure!" exclaimed the young millionaire.  "I wouldn't leave him
behind for anything."

"I wonder what army officer they'll assign to us," remarked Innis. "I
hope we get some young chap, and not a grizzled old man who'll be a
killjoy."

"It's bound to be a young chap, because none of the older men have
taken up aviation," said Larry.  "I guess we'll be all right.  I'll see
if I can't find out from our Washington reporter who it will be."

But he was unable to do this, as the government authorities themselves
were uncertain.

The time was drawing near when Dick was to make his start in the
cross-country flight, with but two landings allowed between New York
and San Francisco.  Nearly everything was in readiness.

"Mr. Vardon," said Dick one day, "this business of crossing a continent
in an airship is a new one on me.  I've done it in my touring car, but
I confess I don't see how we're going to keep on the proper course, up
near the clouds, with no landmarks or anything to guide us.

"But I'm going to leave all that to you.  We're in your hands as far as
that goes.  You'll have to guide the craft, or else tell us how to
steer when it comes our turn at the wheel."

"I have been studying this matter," the aviator replied.  "I have made
several long flights, but never across the continent.  But I have
carefully charted a course for us to follow.  As for landmarks, the
government has arranged that.

"Along the course, in as nearly as possible a bee-line from New York to
San Francisco, there will be captive balloons, painted white for day
observation, and arranged with certain colored lanterns, for
night-sighting.  Then, too, there will be pylons, or tall towers of
wood, erected where there are no balloons.  So I think we can pick our
course, Dick."

"Oh, I didn't know about the balloon marks," said the young
millionaire.  "Well, I'll leave the piloting to you.  I think you know
how to do it."

Several more trial flights were made.  Each time the Abaris seemed to
do better.  She was more steady, and in severe tests she stood up well.
The gyroscope stabilizer worked to perfection under the most
disadvantageous conditions.

Several little changes were made to insure more comfort for the
passengers on the trip.  Dick's undertaking had attracted considerable
attention, as had the plans of several other, and better-known
aviators, to win the big prize.  The papers of the country were filled
with stories of the coming event, but Larry Dexter had perhaps the best
accounts, as he was personally interested in Dick's success.

Dick paid another visit to Uncle Ezra, and this time his crabbed
relative was more genial.  He allowed his nephew to have a view of the
craft Larson was building.  The former lieutenant greeted Dick coldly,
but our hero thought little of that.  He was more interested in the
machine.

Dick found that his uncle really did have a large, and apparently very
serviceable biplane.  Of course it was not like Dick's, as it designed
to carry but three passengers.

"We're going to make the trip in about forty-eight hours, so we won't
need much space," said Uncle Ezra.  "We can eat a snack as we go along.
And we can sleep in our seats.  I've got to cut down the expense
somehow.  It's costing me a terrible pile of money!"

Uncle Ezra's airship worked fairly well in the preliminary trials, and
though it did not develop much speed, Dick thought perhaps the crafty
lieutenant was holding back on this so as to deceive his competitors.

"But, barring accidents, we ought to win," said the young millionaire
to his chums.  "And accidents no one can count against."

Everything was in readiness.  The Abaris had been given her last trial
flight.  All the supplies and stores were aboard.  Jack Butt had taken
his departure, for he was not to make the trip.  His place would be
taken by the army lieutenant.  A special kennel had been constructed
for Grit, who seemed to take kindly to the big airship.

"Well, the officer will be here in the morning," announced Dick, one
evening, on receipt of a telegram from Washington.  "Then we'll make
the start."

And, what was the surprise of the young millionaire and his chums, to
be greeted, early the next day, by Lieutenant McBride, the officer who
had, with Captain Wakefield, assisted in giving instructions at
Kentfield.

"I am surely glad to see you!" cried Dick, as he shook hands with him.
"There's nobody I'd like better to come along!"

"And there's nobody I'd like better to go with," said the officer, with
a laugh.  "I was only assigned to you at the last minute. First I was
booked to go with a man named Larabee."

"He's my uncle.  I'm glad you didn't!" chuckled Dick.  Then he told
about Larson and Lieutenant McBride, himself, was glad also.

In order to be of better service in case of an emergency, Lieutenant
McBride asked that he be taken on a little preliminary flight before
the official start was made, so that he might get an idea of the
working of the machinery.

This was done, and he announced himself as perfectly satisfied with
everything.

"You have a fine craft!" he told Dick.  "The best I have ever seen, and
I've ridden in a number.  You ought to take the prize."

"Thanks!" laughed the young millionaire.

"Of course I'm not saying that officially," warned the officer, with a
smile.  "I'll have to check you up as though we didn't know one other.
And I warn you that you've got to make good!"

"I wouldn't try under any other conditions," replied Dick.

The last tuning-up of the motor was over.  The last of the supplies and
stores were put aboard.  Grit was in his place, and the cross-country
fliers in theirs.  Good-byes were said, and Mr. Hamilton waved the
Stars and Stripes as the cabin door was closed.

"All ready?" asked Dick, who was the captain of the aircraft.

"All ready," answered Lieutenant McBride.

"All ready," agreed Mr. Vardon.

"Then here we go!" cried Dick, as he pulled the lever.  The airship was
on her way to the starting point.



CHAPTER XVIII

UNCLE EZRA FLIES

"Well, Mr. Larabee, we are almost ready for a flight."

"Humph!  It's about time.  I've sunk almost enough money in that
shebang to dig a gold mine, and I haven't got any out yet--not a cent,
and I'm losing interest all the while."

"Well, but think of the twenty thousand dollars!"

"Yes, I s'pose I've got to.  That's the only consolation I have left."

The above conversation took place one afternoon between Ezra Larabee
and Lieutenant Larson.  The airship with the mercury stabilizers was
nearly completed.  But a few touches remained to be put on her, to make
her, according to Larson, ready for the flight across the continent.

"I presume you will go with me when me make the first ascent; will you
not?" the lieutenant inquired.

"Who, me?  No, I don't reckon I'll go up first," said Uncle Ezra
slowly.  "I'll wait until I see if you don't break your neck.  If you
don't I'll take a chance."

"That's consoling," was the answer, with a grim laugh.  "But I am not
afraid.  I know the craft will fly.  You will not regret having
commissioned me to build her."

"Wa'al, I should hope not," said Uncle Ezra, dryly.  "So far I've put
eight thousand, four hundred thirty-two dollars and sixteen cents into
this shebang, and I ain't got a penny out yet.  It just seems to chaw
up money."

"They all do," said the lieutenant.  "It is a costly sport.  But think
of the twenty-thousand-dollar prize!"

"I do," said Uncle Ezra, softly.  "That's all that keeps me from
thinking what a plumb idiot I've been--thinking of that twenty thousand
dollars."

"Oh, you'll get it!" the lieutenant asserted.

"Maybe--yes.  If my nephew doesn't get ahead of me," was the grim reply.

"Oh, he never will.  We'll win that prize," the lieutenant assured him.
"Now there's one other little matter I must speak of.  I need some more
money."

"More money!  Good land, man!  I gave you three dollars and a half last
week to buy something!" cried Uncle Ezra.

"Yes, I know, but that went for guy wires and bolts.  I need about ten
dollars for an auxiliary steering wheel."

"A steering wheel?" questioned Uncle Ezra.  "You mean a wheel to twist?"

"That's it.  There must be two.  We have only one."

"Well, if it's only a wheel, I can fix you up about that all right, and
without spending a cent, either!" exclaimed the stingy old man with a
chuckle.  "There's an old sewing machine of my wife's down cellar.
It's busted, all but the big wheel.  We had an accident with it, but I
made the company give me a new machine, and I kept the old one.

"Now that's got a big, round, iron wheel on it, and we can take that
off, just as well as not, and use it on the airship.  That's what
you've got to do in this world--save money.  I've spent a terrible
pile, but we'll save some by using the sewing machine wheel."

"It won't do," said the lieutenant.  "It's far too heavy.  I must have
one made to order of wood.  It will cost ten dollars."

"Oh, dear!" groaned Uncle Ezra.  "More money," and he looked
distressed.  Then his face brightened.

"I say!" he cried.  "There's a busted mowing machine out in the barn.
That's got a wooden wheel on it.  Can't you use that?"

Lieutenant Larson shook his bead.

"It's no use trying to use make-shift wheels if we are to have a
perfect machine, and win the prize," he said.  "I must have the proper
one.  I need ten dollars."

"Oh, dear!" moaned Uncle Ezra, as he took out his wallet, and carefully
counted out ten one-dollar bills.

"Couldn't you look around and get a second-hand one?" he asked
hopefully.

"No; we haven't time.  We must soon start on the prize trip.  We don't
want to be late."

"No, I s'pose not.  Wa'al, take the money," and he parted with it,
after a long look.  Then he made a memoranda of it in his pocket
cash-book, and sighed again.

Several times after this Lieutenant Larson had to have more money--or,
at least, he said he needed it, and Uncle Ezra brought it forth with
many sighs and groans.  But he "gave up."

To give Larson credit, he had really produced a good aircraft.  Of
course it was nothing like Dick's, and, after all, the former army man
was more interested in his stabilizers than he was in the airship
itself.  But he had to build it right and properly to give his patent a
good test, and he used his best ideas on the subject.

In general Uncle Ezra's machine was a biplane, a little larger than
usual, and with a sort of auxiliary cabin and platform where one could
rest when not in the seats.  Three passengers could be carried,
together with some food and supplies of gasolene and oil. It was an
airship built for quick, continuous flight, and it really had a chance
for the prize; perhaps not as good a chance as had Dick's, but a good
chance compared with others in its class.  The one weak point, and this
Lieutenant Larson kept to himself, was the fact that it was only with
the best of luck that the flight could be made with but two landings.

Finally the former army man announced that the craft was ready for a
flight.  He had spent all the money Uncle Ezra would give him--nearly
ten thousand dollars--and I suspect that Larson himself had lined his
own pockets well.

"She's ready," he announced to Uncle Ezra, one day.

"Well, take her up."

"Will you come?"

"Not till I see how you fare.  Go ahead."

"Ezra, be you goin' up in that contraption?" asked Aunt Samantha, as
she came out in the meadow where a starting ground had been laid out.

"I'm aiming to, if he comes back alive with it," Uncle Ezra made
answer, grimly.

"Well, as I said before, it's flyin' in the face of Providence,"
declared Mrs. Larabee.  "I might as well order my mourning now, and be
done with it."

"Oh, I ain't aiming to be killed," chuckled Uncle Ezra.  "I guess it's
safe enough.  I've got to get my money back out of this thing."

Lieutenant Larson, with one of the helpers, made the first flight. He
did not go very high, so that Uncle Ezra would have confidence. When he
came back to the starting point he asked:

"Well, will you take a chance?"

"I--I guess so," replied Mr. Larabee, and his voice was not very steady.

"I'm goin' in the house," announced Mrs. Larabee.  "I don't want to see
it!"

Uncle Ezra took his place.

"I've got accident insurance in case anything happens," he said, slowly.

"I don't believe your policy covers airship flights," the lieutenant
returned.

"Then let me out!" cried Uncle Ezra.  "I'll have the policy changed!
I'm not going to take any such chances!"

"It's too late!" cried Larson.  "Here we go!"  The engine was
thundering away, and a moment later the craft shot over the ground and
into the air.  Uncle Ezra was flying at last.



CHAPTER XIX

UNCLE EZRA'S ACCIDENT

For some seconds after he had been taken up in the atmosphere in his
airship, Uncle Ezra said nothing.  He just sat there in the padded
seat, clutching with his hands the rails in so tight a grip that his
knuckles showed white.

Up and up they went, Larson skillfully guiding the craft, until they
were a considerable distance above the earth.

"That's--that's far enough!" Uncle Ezra managed to yell, above the
throb of the now throttled-down motor.  "Don't go--any higher!"

"All right," agreed the aviator.  "But she'll work easier up a little
more."

"No--it--it's too far--to fall!" said Mr. Larabee, and he could not
keep his voice from trembling.

Really, though, he stood it bravely, though probably the thought of all
the money he had invested in the craft, as well as the prize he was
after, buoyed up his spirits.

"How do you like it?" asked Larson, when they had circled around over
Mr. Larabee's extensive farm for some time.

"It's different from what I expected," remarked Uncle Ezra.  "But it
seems good.  I don't know as I'll stand it all the way to San
Francisco, though."

"Oh, yes, you will," asserted Larson.  "You'll get used to it in time."

"Is she working all right, Lieutenant Larson?"

"Yes, pretty well.  I see a chance to make one or two changes though,
that will make her better."

"Does that mean--er--more money?" was Uncle Ezra's anxious question.

"Well, some, yes."

"Not another cent!" burst out the crabbed old man.  "I won't spend
another cent on her.  I've sunk enough money in the old shebang."

Larson did not answer.  He simply tilted the elevating rudder and the
biplane poked her nose higher up into the air.

"Here!  What you doing?" demanded Uncle Ezra.

"I'm going up higher."

"But I tell you I don't want to!  I want to go down!  This is high
enough!" and Uncle Ezra fairly screamed.

"We've got to go higher," said Larson.  "The carburetor isn't working
just right at this low elevation.  That's what I wanted the extra money
for, to get a new one.  But of course if you feel that you can't spare
it, why, we'll simply have to fly higher, that's all.  The carburetor
we have will work all right at a high elevation on account of the
rarefied air, but with a different one, of course we could stay
lower--if we wanted to.

"Still, if you feel you can't afford it," he went on, with a sly look
at the crabbed old man who sat there clutching the sides of the seat,
"we'll have to do the best we can, and make this carburetor do.  I
guess we'll have to keep on a little higher," he added, as he glanced
at the barograph.

"Say!  Hold on!" yelled Uncle Ezra in his ear.  "You--you can have that
money for the carburetor!  Go on down where we were before."

"Oh, all right," assented Larson, and he winked the eye concealed from
his employer.

The aircraft went down, and flew about at a comparatively low
elevation.  Really, there did not seem to be much the matter with the
carburetor, but then, of course, Larson ought to know what he was
talking about.

"She's working pretty good--all except the carburetor," said the former
army man, after they had been flying about fifteen minutes. "The motor
does better than I expected, and with another passenger we'll be
steadier.  She needs a little more weight.  Do you want to try to steer
her?"

"No, sir!  Not yet!" cried Uncle Ezra.  "I can drive a mowing-machine,
and a thresher, but I'm not going to try an airship yet.  I hired you
to run her.  All I want is that twenty-thousand-dollar prize, and the
chance to sell airships like this after we've proved them the best for
actual use."

"And we can easily do that," declared Larson.  "My mercury stabilizer
is working to perfection."

"When can we start on the race?" Mr. Larabee wanted to know.

"Oh, soon now.  You see it isn't exactly a race.  That is the competing
airships do not have to start at the same time."

"No?" questioned Uncle Ezra.

"No.  You see each competing craft is allowed to start when the pilot
pleases, provided an army officer is aboard during the entire flight to
check the results, and the time consumed.  Two landings will be
allowed, and only the actual flying time will be counted.

"That is if the trip is finished within a certain prescribed time. I
think it is a month.  In other words we could start now, fly as far as
we could, and if we had to come down because of some accident, or to
get supplies, we could stay down several days.  Then we could start
again, and come down the second time.  But after that we would be
allowed no more landings, and the total time consumed in flying would
be computed by the army officer."

"Oh, that's the way of it?" asked Uncle Ezra.

"Yes, and the craft that has used the smallest number of hours will win
the prize," went on Larson.  "I'm sure we can do it, for this is a fast
machine.  I haven't pushed her to the limit yet."

"And don't you do it--not until I get more used to it," stipulated the
owner of the airship.

The former army officer sent the aircraft through several simple
evolutions to test her.  She answered well, though Uncle Ezra gasped
once or twice, and his grip on the seat rail tightened.

"When do you plan to start?" Mr. Larabee wanted to know, again.

"Oh, in about a week.  I have sent in an application to have a
representative of the government assigned to us, and when he comes
we'll start.  That will give me a chance to buy the new carburetor, and
make some other little changes."

"Well, let's go down now," suggested Uncle Ezra.  "Hello, what's this?"
he cried, looking at his coat.  "Why, I'm all covered with oil!"

"Yes, it does drip a little," admitted the aviator.  "I haven't
tightened the washers on the tank.  You mustn't mind a little thing
like that.  I often get soaked with oil and gasolene.  I should have
told you to put on an old suit."

"But look here!" cried Uncle Ezra, in accents of dismay.  "I didn't put
on an old suit!  This is my second best.  I paid thirteen dollars for
it, and I've bad it four years.  It would have been good for two more
if your old oil hadn't leaked on it.  Now it's spoiled!"

"You can have it cleaned, perhaps," suggested the lieutenant as he sent
the biplane about in a graceful curve, before getting ready for a
descent.

"Yes, and maybe have to pay a tailor sixty-five cents!  Not much!"
cried Uncle Ezra.  "I'll clean it myself, with some of the gasolene. I
ain't going to waste money that way.  I ought to charge you for it."

"Well, I'll give you the gasolene to clean it," said the aviator, with
another unseen wink.

"Humph!" ejaculated Uncle Ezra with a grunt, as he tried to hold on
with one hand, and scrub off some of the oil spots with his
handkerchief.

"Well, I guess we'll go down now," announced Larson, after making
several sharp ascents and descents to test the efficiency of the
vertical rudder.

"Why, we're quite a way from the farm!" exclaimed Mr. Larabee, looking
down.  "I didn't think we'd come so far."

"Well, I'll show you how quickly we can get back there!" boasted
Larson.  "I'll have you at your place in a hurry!"

He turned more power into the motor, and with a rush and a roar, the
biplane shot forward.

But something happened.  Either they struck an air pocket, or the
rudder was given too sudden a twist.  Anyway, the airship shot toward
the ground at a sharp angle.  She would have crashed down hard, only
Larson threw her head up quickly, checking, in a measure, the momentum.

But he could not altogether control the craft, and it swept past a tree
in an orchard where they were forced to land, the side wing tearing off
the limbs and branches.

Then, bouncing down to the ground, the airship, tilted on one end, and
shot Uncle Ezra out with considerable force.  He landed in a heap of
dirt, turned a somersault, and sat up with a queer look on his face.



CHAPTER XX

IN NEW YORK.

"Well, this is going some!"

"I should say yes!"

"All to the merry!"

"And no more trouble than as if you got in a taxicab and told the
chauffeur to take you around the block."

Thus did Dick Hamilton's chums offer him their congratulations as they
started off on the trip they hoped would bring to the young millionaire
the twenty-thousand-dollar prize, and, not only do that but establish a
new record in airship flights, and also give to the world the benefit
of the experience in building such a unique craft.

They were in the Abaris flying along over the town of Hamilton Corners,
a most successful start having been made.  As they progressed through
the air many curious eyes were turned up to watch their flight.

"I say!  Which way are you steering?" asked Paul, as he came back from
a trip to the dining-room buffet, where he had helped himself to a
sandwich, a little lunch having been set out by Innis, who constituted
himself as cook.  "You're heading East instead of West, Dick," for the
young millionaire was at the steering-wheel.

"I know it," replied the helmsman, as he noted the figures on the
barograph.  "But you see, to stand a chance for the prize you've got to
start from New York, and that's where we're headed for now. We've got
to go to the big town first, and then we'll hit the Western trail as
nearly in a straight line as we can."

"That's the idea," said Lieutenant McBride.  "The conditions call for a
start from New York, and I have arranged for the beginning of your
flight from the grounds at Fort Wadsworth.  That will give the army
officers there a chance to inspect your machine, Mr. Hamilton."

"And I'll be very glad to have them see it," Dick said, "and to offer
their congratulations to Mr. Vardon on his success."

"And yours, too," added the aviator.  "I couldn't have done anything
had it not been for you."

"Then we really aren't on the prize winning flight, yet?" asked Larry,
who wanted to get all the information he could for his paper.

"Not exactly," replied the lieutenant.  "And yet the performance of the
airship will count on this flight, in a measure.  I have been
instructed to watch how she behaves, and incorporate it in my report.
It may be, Mr. Hamilton, though I hope not, that the prize will not
come to you.  But you may stand a chance of having your airship adopted
by Uncle Sam, for all that."

"That would be a fine feather in my cap!" cried Dick.  "I don't care so
much for the money, I guess you all know that."

"I should say not!" cried Innis, with a laugh.

"Any fellow who's worth a million doesn't have to bother about a little
small change like twenty thousand dollars."

"Not that I haven't a due regard for the prize," went on Dick.  "But if
I lost it, and still could have the honor of producing an airship that
would be thought worthy of government approval, that would be worth
while."

"Indeed it would!" agreed the lieutenant.

"Are we going to have any time at all in New York?" asked Paul.  "I
have some friends there, and--"

"I believe her name is Knox; isn't it?" interrupted Innis, with a grin
at his chum.  "First name Grace, lives somewhere up in Central Park,
West; eh, old chap?"

"Oh, dry up!" invited Paul.  "Don't you s'pose I've got any friends but
girls?"

"Well, Grace does live in New York," insisted Innis.

"Yes, and so do Irene Martin and Mabel Hanford!" burst out Paul. "It's
as much on you fellows as it is on me," and he fairly glared at his
tormentor.

"Easy!" laughed Dick.  "I guess we may as well make a family party of
it while we're about it.  Of course we'll see the girls.  In fact I
half-promised Miss Hanford I'd call on her if I could get my airship to
work."

"Oh, you sly dog!" mocked Innis.  "And you never said a word!"

"I didn't know I could get it to work," laughed Dick, as he stood at
the wheel.

The Abaris was cleaving through

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