"No, he hasn't been around," agreed Dick. "I wonder what has become
of him?"
As yet the young millionaire knew nothing of the plans of his Uncle
Ezra, for he had been too busy to visit his relatives in Dankville.
"Well, let's wheel her over to the starting ground," proposed Dick,
as they stood around the airship. A level stretch had been prepared
back of the barn, leading over a broad meadow, and above this the
test flight would be made, as it offered many good landing places.
The airship was so large and heavy, as compared with the ordinary
biplane, that a team of horses was used to pull it to the starting
place. But heavy as it necessarily had to be, to allow the enclosed
cabin to be carried, the young millionaire and his aviator hoped
that the power of the motor would carry them aloft and keep them
there.
"Go ahead!" cried Dick, as the team was hitched to the long rope
made fast to the craft. "Take it easy now, we don't want an
accident before we get started. Grit, come back here! This is
nothing to get excited over," for the bulldog was wildly racing here
and there, barking loudly. He did not understand the use of the
big, queer-looking machine.
"Well, I'm just in time, I see!" exclaimed a voice from the
direction of the house. Dick turned and cried:
"Hello, Larry, old man. I'm glad you got here. I was afraid you
wouldn't," and he vigorously shook hands with the young reporter,
who also greeted the other cadets.
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