SUSPICIONS
Casting aside the straps that bound them to their machines, the army
aviators leaped lightly from their seats. The big propellers, from
which the power had been cut off, as the birdmen started to volplane to
the ground, ceased revolving, and the hum and roar of the powerful
motors was no more heard.
In their big, leather helmets, and leather jackets, and with their
enormous goggles on, the birdmen looked like anything but
spick-and-span soldiers of Uncle Sam. But dress in the army has
undergone a radical change. The "fuss and feathers" are gradually
disappearing, and utility is the word. It was so in regard to the
aviators. They were not hampered by uniforms.
"Kentfield Military Academy?" inquired one of the officers, evidently
in command. He looked about for someone in authority.
"Kentfield Academy, sir," replied Colonel Masterly who had come up. "I
am in charge here," and he introduced himself. The army man, who wore
a captain's shoulder straps, saluted and remarked:
"I am Captain Grantly, in charge. That is Captain Wakefield, in the
other machine. With him is Lieutenant McBride, and my companion is
Lieutenant Larson. I presume you expected us?"
"Oh, yes," said Colonel Masterly, as he shook hands with the visitors.
"I'm sure we are all glad to see you."
Dick and his chums looked on with interest. The army aviators seemed
efficient and pleasant men--that is all but one. The first sight he
had of the face of Lieutenant Larson, after the latter had removed his
protecting helmet and goggles, made Dick say to himself:
"That fellow will bear watching! I don't like the look in his eyes."
But Dick said nothing of this to Paul or Innis. He made up his mind he
would learn their impressions later.
"We thought we might as well come on in the machines, as to have them
taken down, shipped here, and then have to assemble them again, would
take too much time," went on Captain Grantly. "Though we expect,
later, to give your students a practical demonstration in how the
biplanes are put together, so they may understand something of how to
make repairs.
"We came on from the nearest army aviation grounds, and had a most
successful flight. I must send back word to Major Dalton."
"Our telephone, or telegraph service, is at your disposal," said
Colonel Masterly. "If you will come with me--"
"Excuse me, but we carry with us our own means of communication," said
Captain Grantly with a smile. "We are going on the assumption,
constantly, that we are in an enemy's country.
"Consequently we go prepared as though there were a state of war. We
shall communicate with our base by means of wireless."
"I am afraid we can't accommodate you there," went on the head of the
military school. "We are installing a wireless outfit, but it is not
yet completed," the colonel said.
"Oh, we carry our own!" was the unexpected retort. "Lieutenant Larson,
if you and Lieutenant McBride will get the balloon ready, Captain
Wakefield and myself will work out the cipher dispatch, and send it.
"We use a code in our wireless," he went on to explain, "and it takes a
few minutes to make up the message."
"But I heard you speak of a balloon," said Colonel Masterly. "I don't
see how you carry one on your machine."
"Here it is," was the answer, and a deflated rubberized silk bag was
produced from a locker back of the pilot's seat. "This is the latest
idea in airship wireless," went on Captain Grantly, as he directed the
lieutenants to get out the rest of the apparatus. "We carry with us a
deflated balloon, which will contain about two hundred cubic yards of
lifting gas. The gas itself, greatly compressed, is in this cylinder.
There's enough for several chargings.
"We fill the balloon, and attach to it our aerial wires. The balloon
takes them up about four hundred feet--the wires weigh about twenty
pounds, I might say. Then we carry a light sending instrument. It has
a considerable range, though we can receive messages from a much
greater distance than we can send, as our force for a sending current
is limited."
As he was talking the others were working, and the cadets looked on
interestedly. The drill had been abandoned, and officers and students
crowded up near the army aviators to see what was going on.
With a sharp hiss the compressed gas rushed from the containing
cylinder into the deflated balloon. The silken sides puffed out,
losing their wrinkles. The balloon gradually assumed larger
proportions.
"Ready with the wires?" asked Captain Grantly.
"All ready, sir," replied Lieutenant Larson. Dick now heard him speak
for the first time, and did not like his voice. There are some persons
who make a bad impression on you at the first meeting. Often this may
he unjustified, but Dick's first impressions were seldom wrong.
The wires, forming the wireless aerial, were carried up on two light
spreaders, hanging down from a network that went over the balloon bag.
From the aerials depended the wires that were attached to the receiving
and sending apparatus. These wires were on a reel, and would he
uncoiled as the balloon arose. The earth-end would be attached to the
telephone receivers and to the apparatus, consisting of a spark-gap
wheel and other instruments designed to send into space the electrical
impulses that could be broken up into dots, dashes and spaces, spelling
out words according to the Morse or Continental code--whichever was
used.
Captain Grantly looked over everything. His assistants signified that
every connection was made.
"Send her up," ordered the commander, and as the catch, holding the
balloon, was released the spherical bag of gas shot into the air,
carrying with it the aerials, and unreeling the connecting wires.
Quickly it rose to nearly five hundred feet, and, when it had been
anchored, all was soon in readiness.
Meanwhile a code dispatch had been written out, and as it was handed to
Captain Wakefield, who was to operate the wireless, he began depressing
the key that made and broke the electrical current. The current itself
came from a small, but powerful, storage battery, and it had been
switched on. The current also set in motion a toothed wheel of brass.
This wheel revolved on its axis with the points, or teeth, passing
rapidly in front of a platinum contact point.
As each tooth thus came in opposition to the point, a blue spark of
electricity would shoot out with a vicious snap; that is if the
connection key were pressed down. If the key were not depressed no
current flowed.
I presume most of you understand how the wireless works, so I will not
give you a complete description save to say that it is just like a
telegraph system, in fundamentals. The only difference is that no
connecting metallic wires are needed between stations.
A group of wires in parallels, called "aerials," are hung in the air at
one point, or station, and a similar set is suspended at the other
station. The electrical current jumps through the air from one group
of wires to the other, without being directly connected, hence the name
"wireless," though really some wires are used.
The electrical impulse can be sent for thousands of miles through the
air, without any directly connecting wires. And the method of
communication is by means of dots, dashes and spaces.
You have doubtless heard the railroad or other telegraph instruments
clicking. You can hold your table knife blade between two tines of
your fork, and imitate the sound of the telegraph very easily.
If you move your knife blade up and down once, quickly, that will
represent a dot. If you move it more slowly, holding it down for a
moment, that would be a dash. A space would be the interval between a
dot and a dash, or between two dots or two dashes.
Thus, by combinations of dots, dashes and spaces, the letters of the
alphabet may be made and words spelled out. For instance a dot and a
dash is "A."
In telegraphing, of course, the operator listens to the clicking of the
brass sounder in front of him on the desk. But in wireless the
electrical waves, or current received, is so weak that it would not
operate the sounder. So a delicate telephone receiver is used. This is
connected to the receiving wires, and as the sender at his station,
perhaps a thousand miles away, presses down his key, and allows it to
come up, thus making dots, dashes and spaces, corresponding clicks are
made in the telephone receiver, at the ear of the other operator.
It takes skill to thus listen to the faint clicks that may be spelled
out into words, but the operators are very skillful. In sending
messages a very high tension current is needed, as most of it is
wasted, leaping through the air as it does. So that though the clicks
may sound very loud at the sending apparatus, and the blue sparks be
very bright, still only faint clicks can be heard in the head-telephone
receiver at the other end.
"You may send," directed Captain Grantly to Captain Wakefield, and the
blue sparks shot out in a dazzling succession, as the spiked wheel spun
around. This was kept up for some little time, after the receiving
operator at the army headquarters had signified that he was at
attention. Then came a period of silence. Captain Wakefield was
receiving a message through space, but he alone could hear this through
the telephone receiver.
He wrote it out in the cipher code, and soon it was translated.
"I informed them that we had arrived safely," said Captain Grantly to
Colonel Masterly, "and they have informed me that we are to remain here
until further notice, instructing your cadets in the use of the
aircraft."
"And we are very glad to have you here," replied the commandant of
Kentfield. "If you will come with me I will assign you to quarters."
"We had better put away our biplanes, and haul down our wireless
outfit," suggested Captain Grantly.
"Allow me to assign some of the cadets to help you," suggested the
colonel, and this offer being accepted, Dick, to his delight, was one
of those detailed, as were Innis and Paul.
Giving his instructions to the two lieutenants, Captain Grantly, with
the junior captain, accompanied Colonel Masterly to the main buildings
of the Academy.
"Well, let's dig in, and get through with this job," suggested
Lieutenant Larson, in surly tones to his companion. "Then I'm going to
ask for leave and go to town. I'm tired."
"So am I, but we've got to tighten up some of those guy wires. They
are loose and need attention. They might order a flight any time," his
fellow lieutenant said.
"Well, you can stay and tighten 'em if you like. I'm not," was the
growling retort. "I'm sick of this business anyhow! Let some of the
kids do the work."
"They don't know how," was the good-natured answer of Lieutenant
McBride.
"There is a professional aviator here now," said Dick, as he recalled
Mr. Vardon. "We might get him to help you."
"I don't care," said Lieutenant Larson, as he began hauling down the
suspended balloon. "I only know I'm sick of so much work. I think
I'll go back into the artillery."
Dick and his chums naturally did not care much for the surly soldier,
but they liked Lieutenant McBride at once. He smilingly told them what
to do, and the boys helped to push the machines to a shed that had been
set aside for them. The wireless apparatus was taken apart and stored
away, the gas being let out of the balloon.
The work was almost finished, when Larry Dexter, with Mr. Vardon and
the latter's helper, Jack, came across to the sheds. They had come to
see the army airships.
By this time Lieutenant Larson had finished what he considered was his
share of the work, and was on his way to get a brief leave of absence
from his captain. At the entrance to the shed he came face to face
with Mr. Vardon and Jack.
"Oh, so you're the professional aviator they spoke of," said Larson,
with a sneer in his tone.
"Yes, I'm here," replied Mr. Vardon, quietly. "I did not expect to see
you here, though."
"The surprise is mutual," mocked the other. "I read about your
failure. I suppose now, you will quit fooling with that gyroscope of
yours, and give my method a trial."
"I never will. I am convinced that I am right, and that you are wrong."
"You're foolish," was the retort.
Jack Butt stepped forward and whispered in the ear of his employer, so
that at least Dick heard what he said.
"I believe HE did it!" were the tense words of the machinist.