Dick Hamilitons Airship

DICK HAMILTON'S AIRSHIP
OR, A YOUNG MILLIONAIRE IN THE CLOUDS
BY Howard R. Garis

CONTENTS
I THE FALLING BIPLANE
II THE COLONEL'S OFFER
III DICK'S RESOLVE
IV THE ARMY AVIATORS
V SUSPICIONS
VI DICK'S FIRST FLIGHT
VII A QUEER LANDING
VIII AT HAMILTON CORNERS
IX UNCLE EZRA'S VISIT
X BUILDING THE AIRSHIP
XI A SURPRISE
XII LARSON SEES UNCLE EZRA
XIII UNCLE EZRA ACTS QUEERLY
XIV THE TRIAL FLIGHT
XV IN DANGER
XVI DICK IS WARNED
XVII OFF FOR THE START
XVIII UNCLE EZRA FLIES
XIX UNCLE EZRA'S ACCIDENT
XX IN NEW YORK
XXI OFF FOR THE PACIFIC
XXII UNCLE EZRA STARTS OFF
XXIII AN IMPROMPTU RACE
XXIV GRIT'S GRIP
XXV A FORCED LANDING
XXVI ON LACK MICHIGAN
XXVII A HOWLING GALE
XXVIII ABLAZE IN THE CLOUDS
XXIX THE RIVAL AIRSHIP
XXX AN ATTACK
XXXI THE WRECK
XXXII SAVING UNCLE EZRA
XXXIII WITH UNCLE EZRA'S HELP
CHAPTER I
THE FALLING BIPLANE
"She sure is a fine boat, Dick."
"And she can go some, too!"
"Glad you like her, fellows," replied Dick Hamilton, to the remarks of his chums, Paul Drew and Innis Beeby, as he turned the wheel of a new motor-boat and sent the craft about in a graceful sweep toward a small dock which connected with a little excursion resort on the Kentfield river.
"Like her! Who could help it?" asked Paul, looking about admiringly at the fittings of the craft. "Why, you could go on a regular cruise in her!"
"You might if you kept near your base of supplies," remarked Dick.
"Base of supplies!" laughed Innis. "Can't you forget, for a while, that you're at a military school, old man, and not give us the sort of stuff we get in class all the while?"
"Well, what I meant," explained the young millionaire owner of the motor-boat, "was that you couldn't carry enough food aboard, and have room to move about, if you went on a very long trip."
"That's right, you couldn't," agreed Paul. "And of late I seem to have acquired the eating habit in its worst form."
"I never knew the time when you didn't have it," responded Dick. "I'm going to give you a chance to indulge in it right now, and I'm going to profit by your example."
"What's doing?" asked Innis, as he straightened the collar of his military blouse, for the three were in the fatigue uniforms of the Kentfield Military Academy, where Dick and his chums attended. Lessons and practice were over for the day, and the young millionaire had invited his friends out for a little trip in his new motor-boat.
"I thought we'd just stop at Bruce's place, and get a sandwich and a cup of coffee," suggested Dick. "Then we can go on down the river and we won't have to be back until time for guard-mount. We'll be better able to stand it, if we get a bite to eat."
"Right you are, old chap!" exclaimed Paul, and then he, too, began to smooth the wrinkles out of his blouse and to ease his rather tight trousers at the knees.
"Say, what's the matter with you dudes, anyhow?" asked Dick, who, after glancing ahead to see that he was on the right course to the dock, looked back to give some attention to the motor.
"Matter! I don't see anything the matter," remarked Innis in casual tones, while he flicked some dust from his shoes with a spare pocket handkerchief.
"Why, you two are fussing as though you were a couple of girls at your first dance," declared Dick, as he adjusted the valves of the oil cups to supply a little more lubricant to the new motor, which had not yet warmed up to its work. "Innis acts as though he were sorry he hadn't come out in his dress uniform, and as for you, Paul, I'm beginning to think you are afraid you hadn't shaved. What's it all about, anyhow? Old man Bruce won't care whether you have on one tan shoe and one black one; or whether your hair is parted, or not."
Then Dick, having gotten the motor running to his satisfaction, looked toward the dock which he was rapidly nearing in his boat. The next moment he gave a whistle of surprise.
"Ah, ha! No wonder!" he cried. "The girls? So that's why you fellows were fixing up, and getting yourselves to look pretty. And you let me monkey with the motor, and get all grease and dirt while you-- Say, I guess we'll call off this eating stunt," and he swung over the steering wheel.
"Oh, I say?" protested Innis.
"Don't be mean?" added Paul. "We haven't seen the girls in some time, and there's three of 'em--"
Dick laughed. On the dock, under the shade of an awning, he had caught sight of three pretty girls from town--girls he and his chums knew quite well. They were Mabel Hanford, in whom Dick was more than ordinarily interested, Grace Knox, and Irene Martin.
"I thought I'd get a rise out of you fellows," the young millionaire went on. "Trying to get me in bad, were you!"
The boat