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The little trapper's haggard eyes went round in perplexity. "What's the trouble?" he asked mildly. "No trouble a-tall," answered the big prisoner hardily. "The boys are hangin' me. That's all." Tolliver rubbed a hand uncertainly over a bristly chin. "Why, what are they doin' that for, Jake?" "Are you the Tolliver girl's father?" asked Larson. "Yes, sir." "Then we got bad news for you. She's sick."
"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!
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.
Anyway, important she was; and, among others, Axel Larson who was got up as an ancient Gallic warrior, to show off his fine figure came up and asked me to introduce him.
It was Larson who made the most furious charge upon Macnamara." "Of course it was," cried Patricia, indignantly. "Jumbo deserved all he got. Why, the way he mauled little Snoopy and Geordie Ross in the first part of the game was perfectly horrid. Don't you think so, Hugh?" "Oh, well, hockey is not tiddly-winks, you know, Patricia, and " "As if I didn't know that!" broke in the girl indignantly.
"Humph! Just wait till Larson takes his turn," came from a Flapp follower. Larson stepped to the mark with the air of one who knows just what he is doing. Up went the hammer with a long swing to land in the very spot where Tom had thrown it. "A tie! A tie!" was the cry. "Well done, Larson!" came from Lew Flapp, but he was by no means satisfied over the showing made.
"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.
"Is it lunch you bane come for?" "I'm ill, Miss Josie Larson," he said with a whimsical look on his face, that Josie now noticed was drawn and white. "It's that devilish lumbago that has got me. I hope I did not startle you." "Yah! I bane hearin ghosts all morning," Josie declared stoutly.
"I guess not! No, sir! Up to date this machine has cost me nigh on to eleven thousand dollars! I've got it all down." "But you'll double your money, and have a fine machine to sell to the government," said Larson. "It will be all right. Give me money for a larger carburetor." "Well, if I have to I have to, I suppose," sighed the miserly old man. "But try and make this one do."
Now you'll see her, and just KNOW how lovely she is. Why, Mr. Jack, you aren't going NOW!" he broke off in manifest disappointment, as Mr. Jack leaped to his feet. "I think I'll have to, if you don't mind, David," returned the man, an oddly nervous haste in his manner. "And YOU won't mind, now that you'll have Miss Holbrook. I want to speak to Larson. I saw him in the field out there a minute ago.
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