He was a much
different man, however, and begged Dick's forgiveness for trying to
collide with him. Lieutenant Wilson made a quick recovery, and, in
spite of the mishap, still kept up his interest in aviation, winning
much fame for himself.
The army officers, who came to attend the injured ones, brought Dick
some supplies and gasolene.
Uncle Ezra begged that some part of his wrecked airship be saved,
but it was impossible. There was little left that was worth
anything, and Dick, by taking his uncle as an extra passenger, added
enough weight as it was, so that no parts of the Larabee could be
taken along.
"I might have saved a little," said Uncle Ezra, with a sigh. "I've
lost a pile of money!" But he realized that it was out of the
question.
The Abaris had been gone over minutely, and put in excellent shape
for her final dash. She was taken to the edge of a sloping
table-land and there once more launched into space. Before that,
however, Lieutenant Wilson had been taken back to the army post, and
Larson sent to the hospital. Lieutenant Wilson wished Dick and his
friends all sorts of good luck.
Then, with Uncle Ezra aboard, the start was made. There was some
crowding, because of the extra passenger, and his valise, which he
insisted on bringing with him, but this could be borne.
"We ought to make San Francisco in three hours now," said Dick, when
they were up in the air once more.
Uncle Ezra was frankly delighted with his nephew's craft.
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