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Updated: June 26, 2025
I could not make anything out of it for some time, until at last I discovered that the reporter had reckoned my score also in the best ball figures! Obviously I could not beat myself. The best I could do was to get a half, and that was how it came about that I never won a single hole in the "Harry Vardon v. Harry Vardon and two others" match.
That doorway isn't any too wide." "No. We'll have to cut some off, I guess!" "Say, it's big; isn't it?" These were the comments of Dick Hamilton and his chums as the fine, new airship, the Abaris, was wheeled out of the shed where it had been constructed. And certainly the young millionaire might be proud of his newest possession. Mr. Vardon and his men had labored well on the aeroplane.
Oswell in South Africa had a peculiar example of this when in a day's hunting his friend Major Vardon had wounded a bull buffalo, which had retreated within the forest. The two hunters carefully followed the blood-track, but after a short advance they were startled by a succession of loud roars, which betokened lions close at hand.
Already the apparatus to which was contrasted Lieutenant Larson's mercury tubes, had acted, and the Abaris, which had dipped, when all the passengers collected on one side, had now resumed her level keel again, showing that the gyroscope had worked so far at any rate. "Now we'll give her a trial," called Mr. Vardon. "All ready, come over on the run, and throw her around, Dick!"
Just great!" cried Dick, as he slipped the lever of the elevating rudder into a notch to hold it in place. He intended going up considerably higher. "It sure is great, old man!" cried Paul. "I congratulate you." "Oh, the praise belongs to Mr. Vardon," said Dick, modestly. "I couldn't have done anything without him."
Paul, Innis, Larry and Mr. Vardon entered the cabin. Then Dick went in, followed by Jack Butt, who remained to tighten a guy wire that was not just to his satisfaction. "Well, are we all here?" asked Dick, looking around. "Yes," answered Paul, and there was a note of quiet apprehension in his voice. Indeed it was rather a risk they were all taking, but they had confidence in Mr. Vardon.
Right over there!" He pointed to where the water was swirling, and the next moment he threw in the clutch of his motor. The propeller churned the water to foam, and the craft shot ahead. The next instant a body came to the surface. A man began to strike out feebly, but it was evident he was nearly drowned. "That's Jack! That's my helper!" cried Mr. Vardon. "Can you save him?"
"If he's had more than two he's out of it, anyhow, and I wouldn't strain my engine." "We'd better keep on," advised Mr. Vardon, and they all agreed to this. Toward the close of the afternoon the Larabee, which they were all sure was the name of the craft in the rear, came on with a rush. Her speed seemed increased by half, and she would, it was now seen, quickly pass the Abaris.
"We'll cross the state of Ohio tonight," spoke Dick, "and by morning we ought to be in Indiana. Not so bad, considering that we haven't really pushed the machine to the limit yet, except in that little brush with the other airships." "Yes, we are doing very well," said Mr. Vardon. "I wonder how some of our competitors are making out? I'd like to get some news of them." "So would I," went on Dick.
Then, by throwing up the head-rudder, he would cause his craft to take an upward turn, thus delaying the inevitable descent. All the while this was going on Mr. Vardon, aided by Lieutenant McBride, was laboring hard to replace the burned-out wires. He worked frantically, for he knew he had but a few minutes at the best.
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