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"Shall I?" the young millionaire asked of Mr. Vardon. "Yes, go ahead. Let's see what we can do to them. Though they are probably much swifter than we are." "Take the wheel, Dick!" cried Innis. "I want to see you beat 'em." The implied challenge was at once accepted, and in another moment the impromptu race was under way. Two large biplanes were in the race with Dick Hamilton's airship.

The annals of the game are studded with the names of those who have made rapid progress in their first season. Colonel Quill, we read in our Vardon, took up golf at the age of fifty-six, and by devising an ingenious machine consisting of a fishing-line and a sawn-down bedpost was enabled to keep his head so still that he became a scratch player before the end of the year.

We venture to call the poku after the late Major Vardon, a noble-hearted African traveller; but fully anticipate that some aspiring Nimrod will prefer that his own name should go down to posterity on the back of this buck. Midway between Tabacheu and the Great Falls the streams begin to flow westward. On the other side they begin to flow east.

The time was drawing near when Dick was to make his start in the cross-country flight, with but two landings allowed between New York and San Francisco. Nearly everything was in readiness. "Mr. Vardon," said Dick one day, "this business of crossing a continent in an airship is a new one on me.

Quiet, everybody!" called Dick, who had not deserted his post at the steering wheel. "I'll bring her up. We'll volplane down! It'll be all right!" His calmness made his chums feel more secure, and a glance at Mr. Vardon and his machinist aided in this. For the veteran aviator, after a quick inspection of the machinery, no longer looked worried. "What has happened?" asked Innis.

It seemed that the change in angle made a heavier wind pressure on the big planes, and the speed of the airship was reduced to a bare ten miles an hour. In fact she seemed almost stationary in the air, at times. "This won't do!" cried Dick. "We've got to turn on more power, even if we do strain the machinery. We've got to have more speed than this!" "That's right!" cried Mr. Vardon.

Three friends joined me in a foursome, but when we went into the club-house after our game, another anxious golfer went up to my partner when I was standing by, and inquired of him whether he had heard that Vardon was playing on the links.

"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.

They were all congratulating themselves on their narrow escape from possible failure. It was that same afternoon, when Mr. Vardon had finished his task, that something else happened to cause them much wonderment. The motor was again in almost perfect condition, and was running well.

The obliging officer arranged this for them, and the airship was soon safely housed, a watchman being engaged to keep away the curious. Then our friends went to breakfast, and, later, down town. Mr. Vardon wanted to call on some fellow aviators, now that it had been decided to postpone the start a day, and Larry Dexter had some business to transact at the newspaper office.

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