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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.
"What are you going to do with the money?" asked Paul Drew, for Dick really had no need of it. "I'll build a new gym, at Kentfield," was the reply. "Our present one is too small. We need an indoor baseball cage too." "Good for you!" cried Innis. "You're a real sport!" In the evolutions of the airship each one aboard was given a chance to pilot her.
"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.
Two or three screams there were the witnesses are not sure which and then a slight and muffled noise of some commotion or struggling was all that came. But Lady Mary Hervey fainted outright, and the housekeeper stopped her ears and fled till she fell on the terrace. The Bishop of Kilmore and Sir William Kentfield stayed.
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.
"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."
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?
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.
"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.
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