It's a pile of money!"
"Yes, they are expensive, but they're worth it," said Dick. "It's
great sport--flying."
"It may be. I've never tried it, but I'm going to learn," declared
Uncle Ezra. "Only I didn't think it would cost so much or I never
would have gone into it. But now I'm in I can't get out without
losing all the money I've put up, and I can't do that. I never
could do that," said Uncle Ezra with a doleful shake of his head.
He gave a sudden start, at some noise, and cried out:
"What's that? You didn't dare bring your bulldog in here, did you,
Nephew Richard? If you did I'll--"
"No, I left Grit at home, Uncle Ezra."
Then the noise was repeated. It came from the part of the factory
where the airship was being constructed, and was probably made by
some of the workmen.
"I guess I'll have to go now," said Mr. Larabee, and this was a hint
for the boys to leave.
"Lieutenant Larson said he wanted to consult with me about
something. I only hope he doesn't want more money," he added with
a sigh. "But he spends a terrible pile of cash--a terrible pile."
"Yes, and he'll spend a lot more of your cash before he gets through
with you, if I'm any judge," thought Dick, as he and his chums went
back to the automobile. "To think of Uncle Ezra building an
airship! That's about the limit."
"Do you really think he is going to have a try for the government
prize?" asked Larry Dexter.
"Well, stranger things have happened," admitted the young
millionaire.
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