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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.
But you must remember that we have some first-class athletes at this academy." "Oh, I don't doubt it. All academies have them," put in Helen Staton. The first event to come off was the hammer throwing, to take place in the middle of the parade ground. There were four entries for this, Tom, as already mentioned, Jackson, Powell, and a big boy named Larson.
The Abaris had been gone over minutely, and put in excellent shape for her final dash. She was taken to the edge of a sloping table-land and there once more launched into space. Before that, however, Lieutenant Wilson had been taken back to the army post, and Larson sent to the hospital. Lieutenant Wilson wished Dick and his friends all sorts of good luck.
"'Hadn't any use for it'!" blustered Larson from the doorway. "Jiminy! Now, ain't that jest like that boy?" But David hurried on with his explanation. "We never used to use them father and I except to buy things to eat and wear; and down here YOU give me those, you know." "Gorry!" interjected Perry Larson. "Do you reckon, boy, that Mr. Holly himself was give them things he gives ter you?"
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.
"What do you mean?" she demanded. "That's right, go on with the bluff," said Dolly furiously. "But you can't bluff me. Larson put me wise to you that day in Dubuque, when that big guy 'Rodney' came up to see you. He was one of them, and the fellow who put on the show in Chicago what's his name? Galbraith, was the other. You tried to play them both and got left."
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.
It was now Larson's turn and he stepped to the mark with a quick, earnest air. He realized that he must do his best if he expected to beat Tom. Jackson had picked up the hammer and he it was who had handed the article to Tom. As Larson swung the hammer on high Tom cried out quickly: "Stop!" "What's the matter with you?" cried Jackson uglily. "I want Captain Putnam to examine that hammer."
Really nothing of importance," answered Simeon Holly. "Where is he now?" "Why, he was here on the steps a few minutes ago." Simeon Holly looked about him a bit impatiently. "Well, I want to see him. I've got a letter for him." "A letter!" exclaimed Simeon Holly and Larson in amazed unison. "Yes.
Jack's poor, weak eyes fairly danced; it was a beautiful new revolver. "But, unc I mean, Larry why do we take revolvers on a fur-trading expedition?" he asked. Matt Larson shot a swift glance at him, answering quietly, "There are other things up north besides furs." "Do you mean desperadoes?" questioned Jack. "Well," hesitated his uncle, "perhaps I do; perhaps I mean other things, too."
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