OFF FOR THE START
Uncle Ezra Larabee stood fairly glaring at his nephew. The crabbed old
man seemed strangely excited.
"No, there ain't nothing going to blow up," he said, after a pause.
"But don't you come in here. I warn you away! You can go in any other
part of my factory you want to, but not in here."
"Well, I certainly don't want to come where I'm not wanted, Uncle
Ezra," said Dick, with dignity. "But I hear you are building an
airship, and I thought I'd like to get a look at it."
"And that's just what I don't want you to get--none of you," went on
Mr. Larabee, looking at Dick's chums. "I don't want to be mean to my
dead sister's boy," he added, "but my airship ain't in shape yet to be
inspected."
"Well, if it isn't finished, perhaps we can give you some advice," said
Dick, with a smile.
"Huh! I don't want no advice, thank you," said Uncle Ezra, stiffly. "I
calkerlate Lieutenant Larson knows as much about building airships as
you boys do."
"Larson!" cried Dick. "Is he here?"
"He certainly is, and he's working hard on my craft. I'm going to be
an aviator, and win that twenty-thousand-dollar government prize!" Mr.
Larabee said, as though it were a certainty.
"Whew!" whistled Dick. "Then we'll be rivals, Uncle Ezra."
"Humph! Maybe you might think so, but I'll leave you so far behind
that you won't know where you are!" boasted the crabbed old man.
"Building an airship; eh?" mused Dick. "Well, that's the last thing
I'd ever think of Uncle Ezra doing." Then to his relative he added:
"But if you're going to compete for the prize your airship will have to
be seen. Why are you so careful about it now?"
"Because we've got secrets about it," replied Mr. Larabee. "There's
secret inventions on my airship that haven't been patented yet, and I
don't want you going in there, Nephew Richard, and taking some of my
builder's ideas and using 'em on your airship. I won't have it! That's
why I won't let you in. I'm not going to have you taking our ideas,
not by a jugful!"
"There's no danger," answered Dick quietly, though he wanted to laugh.
"My airship is all finished. We've used her, and she's all right. I
wouldn't change her no matter what I saw on yours."
"Wa'al, you might think so now, but I can't trust nobody--not even you,
so you can't come in," said Uncle Ezra.
"Oh, we won't insist," answered Dick, as he passed over the bonds.
"Father said you wanted these, Uncle Ezra."
"Yes, I do," and an expression, as of pain, passed over the man's face.
"I've got to raise a little money to pay for this airship. It's costing
a terrible pile; a terrible pile!" and he sighed in despair. "But
then, of course, I'll get the twenty thousand dollars, and that will
help some. After that I'm going to sell plans and models of my
successful airship, and I'll make a lot more that way. So of course
I'll get it all back.
"But it's costing me a terrible pile! Why, would you believe it," he
said, looking around to see that the door to the factory was securely
closed, "would you believe I've already spent five thousand, six
hundred twenty-seven dollars and forty-nine cents on this airship? And
it ain't quite done yet. It's a pile of money!"
"Yes, they are expensive, but they're worth it," said Dick. "It's
great sport--flying."
"It may be. I've never tried it, but I'm going to learn," declared
Uncle Ezra. "Only I didn't think it would cost so much or I never
would have gone into it. But now I'm in I can't get out without losing
all the money I've put up, and I can't do that. I never could do
that," said Uncle Ezra with a doleful shake of his head.
He gave a sudden start, at some noise, and cried out:
"What's that? You didn't dare bring your bulldog in here, did you,
Nephew Richard? If you did I'll--"
"No, I left Grit at home, Uncle Ezra."
Then the noise was repeated. It came from the part of the factory
where the airship was being constructed, and was probably made by some
of the workmen.
"I guess I'll have to go now," said Mr. Larabee, and this was a hint
for the boys to leave.
"Lieutenant Larson said he wanted to consult with me about something.
I only hope he doesn't want more money," he added with a sigh. "But he
spends a terrible pile of cash--a terrible pile."
"Yes, and he'll spend a lot more of your cash before he gets through
with you, if I'm any judge," thought Dick, as he and his chums went
back to the automobile. "To think of Uncle Ezra building an airship!
That's about the limit."
"Do you really think he is going to have a try for the government
prize?" asked Larry Dexter.
"Well, stranger things have happened," admitted the young millionaire.
"You're not worrying, though, are you?" asked Paul.
"Not a bit. I imagine I'll have to compete with more formidable
opponents than Uncle Ezra. But I do give Larson credit for knowing a
lot about aircraft. I don't believe, though, that his mercury
stabilizers are reliable. Still he may have made improvements on them.
I'd like to get a look at Uncle Ezra's machine."
"And he doesn't want you to," laughed Innis. "He's a queer man,
keeping track of every cent."
"Oh, it wouldn't be Uncle Ezra if he didn't do that," returned Dick,
with a grin.
There were busy days ahead for the young millionaire and his chums.
Though the Abaris seemed to have been in almost perfect trim on her
trial trip, it developed that several changes had to be made in her.
Not important ones, but small ones, on which the success, or failure,
of the prize journey might depend.
Dick and his friends worked early and late to make the aircraft as
nearly perfect as possible.
Dick's entry had been formally accepted by the government, and he had
been told that an army officer would be assigned to make the
trans-continental flight with him, to report officially on the time and
performance of the craft. For the government desired to establish the
nearest perfect form of aeroplane, and it reserved the right to
purchase the patent of the successful model.
"And it is on that point that more money may be made than by merely
winning the prize," said Mr. Vardon. "We must not forget that, so we
want everything as nearly right as possible."
And to this end they worked.
"You're going to take Grit along; aren't you?" asked Paul of Dick one
day, as they were laboring over the aircraft, putting on the finishing
touches.
"Oh, sure!" exclaimed the young millionaire. "I wouldn't leave him
behind for anything."
"I wonder what army officer they'll assign to us," remarked Innis. "I
hope we get some young chap, and not a grizzled old man who'll be a
killjoy."
"It's bound to be a young chap, because none of the older men have
taken up aviation," said Larry. "I guess we'll be all right. I'll see
if I can't find out from our Washington reporter who it will be."
But he was unable to do this, as the government authorities themselves
were uncertain.
The time was drawing near when Dick was to make his start in the
cross-country flight, with but two landings allowed between New York
and San Francisco. Nearly everything was in readiness.
"Mr. Vardon," said Dick one day, "this business of crossing a continent
in an airship is a new one on me. I've done it in my touring car, but
I confess I don't see how we're going to keep on the proper course, up
near the clouds, with no landmarks or anything to guide us.
"But I'm going to leave all that to you. We're in your hands as far as
that goes. You'll have to guide the craft, or else tell us how to
steer when it comes our turn at the wheel."
"I have been studying this matter," the aviator replied. "I have made
several long flights, but never across the continent. But I have
carefully charted a course for us to follow. As for landmarks, the
government has arranged that.
"Along the course, in as nearly as possible a bee-line from New York to
San Francisco, there will be captive balloons, painted white for day
observation, and arranged with certain colored lanterns, for
night-sighting. Then, too, there will be pylons, or tall towers of
wood, erected where there are no balloons. So I think we can pick our
course, Dick."
"Oh, I didn't know about the balloon marks," said the young
millionaire. "Well, I'll leave the piloting to you. I think you know
how to do it."
Several more trial flights were made. Each time the Abaris seemed to
do better. She was more steady, and in severe tests she stood up well.
The gyroscope stabilizer worked to perfection under the most
disadvantageous conditions.
Several little changes were made to insure more comfort for the
passengers on the trip. Dick's undertaking had attracted considerable
attention, as had the plans of several other, and better-known
aviators, to win the big prize. The papers of the country were filled
with stories of the coming event, but Larry Dexter had perhaps the best
accounts, as he was personally interested in Dick's success.
Dick paid another visit to Uncle Ezra, and this time his crabbed
relative was more genial. He allowed his nephew to have a view of the
craft Larson was building. The former lieutenant greeted Dick coldly,
but our hero thought little of that. He was more interested in the
machine.
Dick found that his uncle really did have a large, and apparently very
serviceable biplane. Of course it was not like Dick's, as it designed
to carry but three passengers.
"We're going to make the trip in about forty-eight hours, so we won't
need much space," said Uncle Ezra. "We can eat a snack as we go along.
And we can sleep in our seats. I've got to cut down the expense
somehow. It's costing me a terrible pile of money!"
Uncle Ezra's airship worked fairly well in the preliminary trials, and
though it did not develop much speed, Dick thought perhaps the crafty
lieutenant was holding back on this so as to deceive his competitors.
"But, barring accidents, we ought to win," said the young millionaire
to his chums. "And accidents no one can count against."
Everything was in readiness. The Abaris had been given her last trial
flight. All the supplies and stores were aboard. Jack Butt had taken
his departure, for he was not to make the trip. His place would be
taken by the army lieutenant. A special kennel had been constructed
for Grit, who seemed to take kindly to the big airship.
"Well, the officer will be here in the morning," announced Dick, one
evening, on receipt of a telegram from Washington. "Then we'll make
the start."
And, what was the surprise of the young millionaire and his chums, to
be greeted, early the next day, by Lieutenant McBride, the officer who
had, with Captain Wakefield, assisted in giving instructions at
Kentfield.
"I am surely glad to see you!" cried Dick, as he shook hands with him.
"There's nobody I'd like better to come along!"
"And there's nobody I'd like better to go with," said the officer, with
a laugh. "I was only assigned to you at the last minute. First I was
booked to go with a man named Larabee."
"He's my uncle. I'm glad you didn't!" chuckled Dick. Then he told
about Larson and Lieutenant McBride, himself, was glad also.
In order to be of better service in case of an emergency, Lieutenant
McBride asked that he be taken on a little preliminary flight before
the official start was made, so that he might get an idea of the
working of the machinery.
This was done, and he announced himself as perfectly satisfied with
everything.
"You have a fine craft!" he told Dick. "The best I have ever seen, and
I've ridden in a number. You ought to take the prize."
"Thanks!" laughed the young millionaire.
"Of course I'm not saying that officially," warned the officer, with a
smile. "I'll have to check you up as though we didn't know one other.
And I warn you that you've got to make good!"
"I wouldn't try under any other conditions," replied Dick.
The last tuning-up of the motor was over. The last of the supplies and
stores were put aboard. Grit was in his place, and the cross-country
fliers in theirs. Good-byes were said, and Mr. Hamilton waved the
Stars and Stripes as the cabin door was closed.
"All ready?" asked Dick, who was the captain of the aircraft.
"All ready," answered Lieutenant McBride.
"All ready," agreed Mr. Vardon.
"Then here we go!" cried Dick, as he pulled the lever. The airship was
on her way to the starting point.