I'll take the boys
over to Dankville in the small car."
A little later Dick and his chums were on their way to Uncle Ezra's.
They reached Dankville in good time, but, on calling at the house,
Aunt Samantha told them her husband was at the woolen mill.
"We'll go down there and see him," decided Dick, after talking to
his aunt a little while. She had been looking in the parlor to see
that, by no chance, had a glint of light gotten in. Of late her
husband and his airship-partner, Larson, had not used the "best
room," and so Aunt Samantha's fears about the carpet being spoiled
by cigar ashes had subsided.
At the factory Dick was directed, by a foreman, to an unused wing
of the building.
"You'll find your uncle in there," the man said to Dick. "He's
building an airship!"
"A what!" cried the young millionaire in great astonishment, for he
had been too busy, of late, to hear any news from Dankville.
"An airship--a biplane, I believe they're called," the foreman went
on.
"Well, I'll be gum-swizzled!" cried Dick, faintly. "Come on,
fellows. The world must be coming to an end, surely."
As he started to enter the part of the factory whither he had been
directed, his uncle, plainly much excited, came out.
"Stop where you be, Nephew Richard!" he warned. "Don't come in
here! Stay back!"
"Why, what in the world is the matter?" asked Dick. "Is something
going to blow up?"
CHAPTER XVII
OFF FOR THE START
Uncle Ezra Larabee stood fairly glaring at his nephew.
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