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Updated: June 26, 2025


Why don't you try for that?" "What, me try for that prize in the first airship I ever owned!" exclaimed Dick. "I wouldn't have the nerve! I guess the government doesn't want amateurs in the trans-continental flight." "It doesn't make a bit of difference," declared Mr. Vardon. "It is going to be an open competition.

A few seconds later he had brought the craft to the ground within a few feet of the edge of the stream. Had it been a wider and deeper one they could have landed on it by using the hydroplanes, but the water seemed too shallow and full of rocks for that evolution. And so skillfully had Mr. Vardon manipulated the planes and levers that the landing was hardly felt.

But the choicest thoughts of the greatest writers had no power to grip him. He tried Vardon "On the Swing", and the words swam before his eyes. He turned to Taylor "On the Chip Shot", and the master's pure style seemed laboured and involved.

"Well, I think that boat must be dry enough to mend now," said Dick, some time after dinner. "We don't want to spend another night here if we can help it." "No, for the weather might not always be as calm as it is now. The barometer is falling, and that means a storm, sooner or later," spoke Mr. Vardon. "And these lake storms can be pretty had when they try."

Dick obtained some detailed information, and entry blanks for the government prize contest, and a little later announced to his chums: "Well, fellows, in view of what Mr. Vardon said about amateurs, maybe I will have a try for that prize. It will give us an object, instead of merely flying aimlessly about. And if I should win, wouldn't I have the laugh on dad!

"Now, Vardon, how often have you holed out in one?" they ask me also, regardless of the fact that this event demands not only a perfect shot but a perfect fluke, and that the professional player is no more likely to accomplish it than anyone else.

Now if we can only keep afloat long enough to change those wires, we may be able to start the motor again, and keep on our way before we touch ground." "You've struck it!" cried Mr. Vardon. "Dick, you take charge of the wheel you and any of your friends you want. I'll look over the motor, and make repairs if I can." "And they'll have to be made pretty soon," called out Innis from the pilot-house.

It was blown up, and in it Dick and Mr. Vardon paddled out to the stern rudders. They were examining the universal joint, by which the apparatus was deflected when Dick suddenly became aware of a wet feeling about his feet, and a sinking feeling beneath him. He looked down, and found that the boat, in which he and Mr. Vardon were standing, was going down. Already it was half filled with water.

"I can do it to the queen's taste." "You'll have to go out of your way, then," said Mr. Vardon. "I've arranged the controls so they are as nearly careless proof as possible. Just think a little bit about what you are going to do, and you won't have any trouble. It's a good thing for all of you to learn to manage the craft alone. So start in."

And it's just one o'clock." "Just as you like. Well, I suppose it is rather wet. All right, let's have lunch." We had lunch. Thomas had it in the only dry things he had brought with him an ulster and a pair of Vardon cuffs, and sat as near the fire as possible. It was still raining in torrents after lunch, and Thomas, who is not what I call keen about golf, preferred to remain before the fire.

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