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Vardon told of his invention, briefly, and also of the mishap to his biplane. "Perhaps this is providential," said the colonel musingly. "For some time I have been considering the starting of an aviation course here, and it may be you would like to assist me in it. I want the cadets to learn something about the fundamentals of heavier-than-air machines. Will you accept a position as instructor?"
But though the animal was usually very fond of this delicacy, he now refused it. "That's queer," mused Dick. "I can't understand that. Something surely must be wrong. I hope he isn't going to be sick." "Had we better go any higher?" asked Innis, at the wheel, as he noted the hand on the gage. "We're up nearly nine thousand feet now, and " "Hold her there!" cried Mr. Vardon.
I only hope it isn't too rough to make a safe landing." Paul took a telescope from the rack, and, going out on the deck, looked down. The next moment he reported: "It's fairly calm. Just a little swell on." "Then we'd better get ready to lower the hydroplanes," went on Dick, with a look at the aviator. "That's the best thing to do," decided Mr. Vardon. "We'll see how they'll work in big water."
She sewing in her arm-chair, I practising putts on the hearth-rug " He choked. "While in the corner, little Harry Vardon Sturgis played with little J. H. Taylor Sturgis. And round the room reading, busy with their childish tasks little George Duncan Sturgis, Abe Mitchell Sturgis, Harold Hilton Sturgis, Edward Ray Sturgis, Horace Hutchinson Sturgis, and little James Braid Sturgis." "My boy!
"We're falling fast." "Throw her nose up," cried Dick. "That's what we've got to do to save ourselves. We'll volplane down, and maybe we can keep up long enough to have Mr. Vardon put in new wires in place of the burned-out ones. If he can do that, and if we can start the motor " "It sounds too good to be true," said Innis. "But get in here, Dick, and see what you can do.
Pledged adherents to effective voting during an election campaign, as members they no longer saw the necessity for a change in a method of voting which had placed them safely in Parliament; but in Mr. Vardon we found a man whose conversion to effective voting was a matter of principle, and not a question of gathering votes.
Vardon was a veteran aviator, and heights did not bother him. Lieutenant McBride, too, had had considerable experience. Afternoon found the Abaris over Pennsylvania, which state would require about six hours to cross at the speed of fifty miles every sixty minutes. The captive balloons, and other landmarks, enabled them to keep to their course.
"And it's lucky we're not IN the water!" exclaimed Innis. "Regular Hamilton luck, I call it." "No, it's Vardon luck," Dick insisted. "He planned the hydroplanes that made it possible." Lights were set aglow to show the position of the craft on the water. "We don't want to be run down in the night," Dick said, as he noted the red and green side lights as well as the white ones at bow and stern.
"Where are those rubber gloves?" he asked. "Rubber gloves?" repeated Mr. Vardon. "Yes. Grit has gotten tangled up in the little dynamo that runs the headlight, and he's short-circuited. He can stand more of a shock than I can. I want to get him off the contacts. Where are the gloves?"
"Say, what is this a swimming race?" asked Paul, as he tossed Dick a rope, a like service being performed for Mr. Vardon by Innis. "Looks like it doesn't it?" agreed the young millionaire. "I should have tested that boat before we went out in it," he added, as he clambered up, Grit frisking and barking about him in delight. "Yes, that's where we made the mistake," agreed Mr. Vardon.
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