"For
some time I have been considering the starting of an aviation course
here, and it may be you would like to assist me in it. I want the
cadets to learn something about the fundamentals of heavier-than-air
machines. Will you accept a position as instructor?"
"I will, gladly," said Mr. Vardon. "I might as well admit that I
have no further funds to pursue my experiments, though I am
satisfied that I am on the right track. But my machine is wrecked."
"Perhaps it can be raised," said the colonel, cheerfully. "We will
talk about that later. And we may find a way to have you conduct
your experiments here."
"I can not thank you enough, sir," returned the aviator. "And I am
also deeply indebted to my cousin's chum--Dick Hamilton. But for
him, and the other cadets in the boat, we might all have been
drowned."
"I'm glad we were on hand," said Dick, with a smile.
CHAPTER III
DICK'S RESOLVE
"What do you know about that?"
"A regular course in aviation!"
"And birdmen from the United States Army to came here and show us
how to do stunts!"
"Well, you fellows can go in for it if you like, but automobiling
is dangerous enough sport for me."
"Ah, what's the matter with you? Flying is pretty nearly as safe
now as walking! Not half as many birdmen have been killed as there
have railroad travelers."
"No, because there are more railroad travelers to be killed. No
cloud flights for mine!"
A group of cadets, Dick, Innis and Paul among them, were discussing
the latest news at Kentfield.
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