Ezra Larabee.
"Here, Grit! Quiet!" cried Dick, and the animal came inside,
looking very much disgusted.
Uncle Ezra looked in at the door of the shed, and saw the outlines
of the airship.
"What foolishness is this?" he asked, seeming to take it for granted
that all Dick did was foolish.
"It's my new airship," answered the young millionaire.
"An airship! Nephew Richard Hamilton! Do you mean to tell me that
you are sinfully wasting money on such a thing as that--on something
that will never go, and will only be a heap of junk?" and Uncle
Ezra, of Dankville, looked as though his nephew were a fit subject
for a lunatic asylum.
CHAPTER X
BUILDING THE AIRSHIP
Grit growled in a deep, threatening voice, and Uncle Ezra looked
around with startled suddenness.
"I guess I'd better chain him up before I answer you," said Dick,
grimly. "Here, old boy!"
The bulldog came, unwillingly enough, and was made secure.
"An--an airship!" gasped Uncle Ezra, as though he could not believe
it. "An airship, Nephew Richard. It will never go. You might a
good deal better take the money that you are so foolishly wasting,
and put it in a savings bank. Or, I would sell you some stock in
my woolen mill. That would pay you four per cent, at least."
"But my airship is going to go," declared the young millionaire.
"It's on the same model as one I've ridden in, and it's going to
go. We're sure of it; aren't we, Mr. Vardon?"
"Oh, it will GO all right," declared the aviator.
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