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That the young millionaire should meet Larry Dexter, a newspaper reporter with whom he had been acquainted some time, in this startling fashion was one thing to wonder at, but that Innis should help in the rescue of his cousin, of whom he had just been speaking, was rather too much to crowd into a few strenuous moments. "Whitfield!" gasped Innis, when his cousin had been safely gotten aboard.
Bentham Gibbes's frock-coat pocket on the night of the twenty-third. 'He wishes it returned, does he? 'Yes. Mr. Innis calmly walked to a desk, which he unlocked and opened, displaying a veritable museum of trinkets of one sort and another. Pulling out a small drawer he took from it the packet containing the five twenty-pound notes. Apparently it had never been opened.
Which way are you steering?" asked Paul, as he came back from a trip to the dining-room buffet, where he had helped himself to a sandwich, a little lunch having been set out by Innis, who constituted himself as cook. "You're heading East instead of West, Dick," for the young millionaire was at the steering-wheel. "I know it," replied the helmsman, as he noted the figures on the barograph.
They had risen high above New York now, and were headed across the Hudson to the Jersey shore. They would cover the Western part of the Garden State. "It sure is great!" cried Innis, as he looked down from the height. "If anyone had told me, a year ago, that I'd be doing this, I'd never have believed him." "Me either!" declared Dick. "But it's the best sport I ever heard about."
And now we behold him, out in his motor-boat, having just succeeded in helping rescue the master and "crew" of the aircraft that had plunged into the river. "There; he breathed." "I think he's coming around now." "Better get him to shore though. He'll need a doctor!" Thus remarked Dick, Paul and Innis as they labored over the unfortunate mechanician of the biplane.
Go in and win, if you can, but don't be rash. I am still from Missouri, and you've got to show me. Now I've got a lot of business to attend to, and so I'll have to leave you to your own devices. You say Paul and Innis are coming on?" "Yes, they'll be here in a few days and stay until the airship is completed. Then they'll fly with me." "Anybody else going?" "Yes, Larry Dexter you remember him?"
Dick communicated his father's decision to Paul and Innis. "I'm going to have an airship!" he cried. "It wasn't easy to get dad's consent, but he gave it. Now, how about you fellows coming on a cruise in the clouds with me?" "Say, how big a machine are you going to have?" Paul wanted to know.
Have I got to do it all?" "Indeed not," said Dick. "We'll put Paul and Larry to work in the galley." "Not me!" exclaimed Paul. "I can't even cook water without burning it." "Get out! Don't you always do your share of the camp cooking when we go off on hikes and practice marches?" objected Innis, to his cadet chum. "Indeed and you'll do your share of it here all right! I'll see to that."
He said to a girl, behind whose chair he was standing: "All the younger brothers and sisters are coming here to confound me; I hear a Miss Innis announced, but it turns out to be her younger sister " "By the way, do you know my name?" she asked. "No," he said frankly, "do you know mine?"
You're not taking a very cheerful view of it," retorted Innis, "to think that you're going to come a smash the first shot out of the locker." "Oh, I didn't mean just that," replied Dick, quickly. "I meant that I might lose my nerve after the first flight, and not go up again." "Guess there isn't much danger of you losing your nerve," said Paul Drew, admiringly.
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