"But I never
expected to come to grief, and be rescued by Innis."
"Nor did I expect to see you," said the cadet.
"We were just speaking of you, or, rather I was, as we saw your
craft in the air. I was wondering if you had perfected your
patent."
"It doesn't look so--does it?" asked the airship inventor, with a
rueful smile in the direction of the sunken aircraft. "I guess I'm
at the end of my rope," he added, sadly. "But I'm glad none of us
was killed."
"So am I!" exclaimed Dick. "But how in the world did you come to
take up aviation, Larry?" he asked, of the young newspaper man.
"Have you given up reporting?"
"No indeed," replied Larry Dexter. "But this air game is getting
to be so important, especially the army and navy end of it, that my
paper decided we ought to have an expert of our own to keep up with
the times. So they assigned me to the job, and I'm learning how to
manage an aircraft. I guess the paper figures on sending me out to
scout in the clouds for news. Though if I don't make out better
than this, they'll get someone else in my place."
"Something went wrong--I can't understand it," said the aircraft
inventor, shaking his head. "The machine ought not to have plunged
down like that. I can't understand it."
"I'd like to send the story back to my paper," went on Larry.
"Always on the lookout for news!" remarked Dick. "We'll see that
you send off your yarn all right. There's a telegraph office in
the Academy now.
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