"I meant that
I might lose my nerve after the first flight, and not go up again."
"Guess there isn't much danger of you losing your nerve," said Paul
Drew, admiringly. "I've generally noticed that you have it with you
on most occasions."
"Thanks!" exclaimed Dick, with a mock salute.
Strolling over the campus, Dick and his chums talked airships and
aviation matters until it was time for guard-mount.
During the next day or two it might have been noticed that Dick
Hamilton was rather more quiet than usual. In fact his chums did
notice, and comment on it. A number of times they had seen the
young millionaire in a brown study, walking off by himself, and
again he could be observed strolling about, gazing earnestly up at
the clouds and sky.
"Say, I wonder what's come over Dick?" asked Paul of Innis one
afternoon.
"Blessed if I know," was the answer, "unless he's fallen in love."
"Get out! He's too sensible. But he sure has something on his
mind."
"I agree with you. Well, if he wants to know he'll tell us."
So they let the matter drop for the time being. But Dick's
abstraction grew deeper. He wrote a number of letters, and sent
some telegrams, and his friends began to wonder if matters at Dick's
home were not altogether right.
But the secret, if such it could be called, was solved by the
unexpected arrival of Mr. Hamilton at Kentfield. He appeared on
the campus after drill one day, and Dick greeted his parent
enthusiastically.
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