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If they had THEIR way, there wouldn't neither of, em let him out o' their sight fur a minute, they're that cut up about it." "I fancy they think a good deal of the boy as we all do," murmured the younger man, a little unsteadily. Larson winkled his forehead in deep thought. "Yes; an' that's what beats me," he answered slowly; "'bout HIM, Mr. Holly, I mean.
You will remember, also, that he and I went mink-trapping, and camped out all night, and during the evening he related to me some of his adventures, and wound up with the following story of his 'chum, Bill Lawson. I will try to give it, as nearly as possible, in his own words. Bill Lawson's Revenge. "This Bill Larson," said Dick, knocking the ashes from his pipe, "was some in his day.
"Particularly my Uncle Ezra." Had he but known it, Mr. Larabee, in his airship with Larson and the army man, was following close after him. For really the big biplane, with the mercury stabilizers, which Larson had constructed, was a fine craft, and capable. That Larson had cheated Mr. Larabee out of considerable money in the building had nothing to do with the working of the apparatus.
"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!"
I guess you be scared. They run the colored folks away from church a lot of times. That was about equalization after the freedom. That was the cause of that. There was uprisings like I'm telling you but the colored folks didn't have nothing to go in a gun if he had one. White folks make them give up a gun. The first votin I done I was workin for young Henry Larson back in Mississippi.
"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 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.
"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.
"There isn't enough, maybe but 't will help!" "They're ten-dollar gold pieces, sir," spoke up Larson importantly; "an' there's a hundred an' six of them. That's jest one thousand an' sixty dollars, as I make it." Simeon Holly, self-controlled man that he was, almost leaped from his chair. "One thousand and sixty dollars!" he gasped. Then, to David: "Boy, in Heaven's name, who are you?"
"He's being used by that fellow Larson, I'm sure of that," declared Mr. Vardon. "Your Uncle Ezra has fallen into the hands of a scoundrel, Dick." "Well, I'm sorry for that, of course," said the young millionaire, "but, do you know, I think it will do Uncle Ezra good to lose some of his money. He's got more than he needs, and he can afford to spend some on aviation.
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