"I think we will adopt that plan.''
"And I--I hope you win," said Uncle Ezra. "I'd like to see that
twenty thousand dollars come into the family, anyhow," he added,
with a mountainous sigh.
CHAPTER XXXIII
WITH UNCLE EZRA'S HELP
"We're off!"
"On the last lap!"
"No more landings!"
Thus cried Innis, Paul and Larry as they stood in the cabin of the
airship. Once more they were on the flight.
"This train makes no stops this side of San Francisco!" cried Dick
Hamilton, after the manner of the conductor of a Limited. "That
is, I hope we don't," he added with a grim smile. "If we do it will
cost me twenty thousand dollars."
"Quite an expensive stop," observed Lieutenant McBride.
"Don't think of it!" said Uncle Ezra. "Nephew Richard, after my
failure, you've just GOT to win that prize."
"I'll try," Dick answered.
It was several days after the events narrated in the last chapter.
The wireless, sending out its crackling call, had brought speedy
help from the army post, and the two lieutenants were taken to the
hospital by their fellow soldiers.
Larson recovered consciousness before Dick and his friends left,
but was delirious, and practically insane. They had to bind him
with ropes to prevent him doing himself and others an injury. His
mind had been affected for some time, it was believed.
Some time later, I am glad to say, he recovered, in a sanitorium,
though he was always lame from the accident.
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