"
"Well, I suppose Dick would be rash enough to try for that, if he
hears about it," murmured Mr. Hamilton. "I guess, taking it on all
sides, that I'll let him have an airship, if only to prove that he
can't work it. He needs a little toning down, most young chaps do,
I fancy. I know I did when I was a lad. Yes, if he makes a fizzle
of it, the lesson may be worth something to him--throwing his money
away on an airship. But I'll give my consent."
And when Dick was told by his parent, not very enthusiastically,
that he might secure an aircraft, the young cadet's delight was
great.
"That's fine!" he cried, shaking hands heartily with his father.
"Well, I hope you succeed in flying your machine, when you get it,
but, as the Scotchman said, 'I have my doubts,'" said Mr. Hamilton,
grimly.
"Humph!" mused Dick later. "Dad doesn't think much of me in the
aviator class, I guess. But I'll go in for this thing now, if only
to show him that I can do it! I've done harder stunts, and if the
Hamilton luck doesn't fail, I'll do this. I'll make a long flight,
and put one over on dad again. He thinks I can't do it--but I'll
show him I can!" exclaimed Dick, with sparkling eyes.
Dick communicated his father's decision to Paul and Innis.
"I'm going to have an airship!" he cried. "It wasn't easy to get
dad's consent, but he gave it. Now, how about you fellows coming
on a cruise in the clouds with me?"
"Say, how big a machine are you going to have?" Paul wanted to know.
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