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Now and then she seemed to gain on the wind, but it was a hard struggle. "I think we're going to do it, though," declared Dick, as he went about with the aviator, looking at and testing the various pieces of machinery. "Our speed has gone up a little, and the wind pressure seems less." "It is; a little," agreed Mr. Vardon.
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.
By George, he's surely not going to be such a fool as to risk a brassy!" The next minute there was great cheering. Bob's ball had surely mounted all difficulties and apparently landed on the green. "A magnificent shot!" cried the Admiral. "By gad, Bob, but Vardon couldn't have done it better!" It was easy to see that Trevanion was annoyed as well as surprised at Bob's shot.
You can go in your airship, if you like, and give him a surprise." "No, I think I'll go in the auto. Mr. Vardon is making a change in the motor, and it isn't in shape to run today. I'll take the boys over to Dankville in the small car." A little later Dick and his chums were on their way to Uncle Ezra's.
These the young aviators now pulled down and rushed with them to the motor compartment, from which the black smoke was pouring in greater volume. "Look out for a gasolene explosion!" warned the lieutenant. "Is there any of it there?" "Only a little," answered Mr. Vardon. "The main supply is in the deck tank. But there is a small can in there for priming the cylinders, in case we have to."
Every day I heard innumerable jokes and pleasant anecdotes; interesting hunting stories, in which his friends Oswell, Webb, Vardon, and Gorden Cumming were almost always the chief actors. I was not sure, at first, but this joviality, humour, and abundant animal spirits were the result of a joyous hysteria; but as I found they continued while I was with him, I am obliged to think them natural.
With a throb and a roar, the motor took up the increase, and whirled the big propellers with mighty force. Then, in a last endeavor to prevent the collision, Mr. Vardon sent the craft down at a sharp slant, intending to dive under the other. But this move was anticipated by Larson, who was steering the Larabee.
"It smells like oil afire," said Larry Dexter. "That's what it is probably some oily waste started by spontaneous combustion," said Mr. Vardon. As he spoke he threw the contents of his extinguisher inside the motor compartment it was hardly large enough to be called a room. The smoke was so black that no blaze could be seen. "Open some of the windows!" shouted Paul. "It's choking in here."
"I've played with Abe Mitchell often, and I was partnered with Harry Vardon in last year's Open." The great Russian uttered a cry that shook the chandelier. "You play in ze Open? Why," he demanded reproachfully of Mrs. Smethurst, "was I not been introducted to this young man who play in opens?" "Well, really," faltered Mrs. Smethurst. "Well, the fact is, Mr. Brusiloff " She broke off.
Instead of hitting anyone he swiped the cane along the ground, and then I heard the words 'This is how Vardon holds it. I wanted to make an appointment with one of the partners, but he told me that he wouldn't be in. However, I guess I'll meet him, because I'm going out to Dixie myself."
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