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"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.
"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.
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.
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.
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. "I hope we make it safely," mused Dick.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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