Produced by Pat Pflieger. HTML version by Al Haines. DICK HAMILTON'S AIRSHIP; OR, A YOUNG MILLIONAIRE IN THE CLOUDS BY Howard R. Garis CONTENTS I THE FALLING BIPLANE II THE COLONEL'S OFFER III DICK'S RESOLVE IV THE ARMY AVIATORS V SUSPICIONS VI DICK'S FIRST FLIGHT VII A QUEER LANDING VIII AT HAMILTON CORNERS IX UNCLE EZRA'S VISIT X BUILDING THE AIRSHIP XI A SURPRISE XII LARSON SEES UNCLE EZRA XIII UNCLE EZRA ACTS QUEERLY XIV THE TRIAL FLIGHT XV IN DANGER XVI DICK IS WARNED XVII OFF FOR THE START XVIII UNCLE EZRA FLIES XIX UNCLE EZRA'S ACCIDENT XX IN NEW YORK XXI OFF FOR THE PACIFIC XXII UNCLE EZRA STARTS OFF XXIII AN IMPROMPTU RACE XXIV GRIT'S GRIP XXV A FORCED LANDING XXVI ON LACK MICHIGAN XXVII A HOWLING GALE XXVIII ABLAZE IN THE CLOUDS XXIX THE RIVAL AIRSHIP XXX AN ATTACK XXXI THE WRECK XXXII SAVING UNCLE EZRA XXXIII WITH UNCLE EZRA'S HELP CHAPTER I THE FALLING BIPLANE "She sure is a fine boat, Dick." "And she can go some, too!" "Glad you like her, fellows," replied Dick Hamilton, to the remarks of his chums, Paul Drew and Innis Beeby, as he turned the wheel of a new motor-boat and sent the craft about in a graceful sweep toward a small dock which connected with a little excursion resort on the Kentfield river. "Like her! Who could help it?" asked Paul, looking about admiringly at the fittings of the craft. "Why, you could go on a regular cruise in her!" "You might if you kept near your base of supplies," remarked Dick. "Base of supplies!" laughed Innis. "Can't you forget, for a while, that you're at a military school, old man, and not give us the sort of stuff we get in class all the while?" "Well, what I meant," explained the young millionaire owner of the motor-boat, "was that you couldn't carry enough food aboard, and have room to move about, if you went on a very long trip." "That's right, you couldn't," agreed Paul. "And of late I seem to have acquired the eating habit in its worst form." "I never knew the time when you didn't have it," responded Dick. "I'm going to give you a chance to indulge in it right now, and I'm going to profit by your example." "What's doing?" asked Innis, as he straightened the collar of his military blouse, for the three were in the fatigue uniforms of the Kentfield Military Academy, where Dick and his chums attended. Lessons and practice were over for the day, and the young millionaire had invited his friends out for a little trip in his new motor-boat. "I thought we'd just stop at Bruce's place, and get a sandwich and a cup of coffee," suggested Dick. "Then we can go on down the river and we won't have to be back until time for guard-mount. We'll be better able to stand it, if we get a bite to eat."