"Oh, dear!" moaned Uncle Ezra, as he took out his wallet, and carefully counted out ten one-dollar bills. "Couldn't you look around and get a second-hand one?" he asked hopefully. "No; we haven't time. We must soon start on the prize trip. We don't want to be late." "No, I s'pose not. Wa'al, take the money," and he parted with it, after a long look. Then he made a memoranda of it in his pocket cash-book, and sighed again. Several times after this Lieutenant Larson had to have more money--or, at least, he said he needed it, and Uncle Ezra brought it forth with many sighs and groans. But he "gave up." To give Larson credit, he had really produced a good aircraft. Of course it was nothing like Dick's, and, after all, the former army man was more interested in his stabilizers than he was in the airship itself. But he had to build it right and properly to give his patent a good test, and he used his best ideas on the subject. In general Uncle Ezra's machine was a biplane, a little larger than usual, and with a sort of auxiliary cabin and platform where one could rest when not in the seats. Three passengers could be carried, together with some food and supplies of gasolene and oil. It was an airship built for quick, continuous flight, and it really had a chance for the prize; perhaps not as good a chance as had Dick's, but a good chance compared with others in its class. The one weak point, and this Lieutenant Larson kept to himself, was the fact that it was only with the best of luck that the flight could be made with but two landings. Finally the former army man announced that the craft was ready for a flight. He had spent all the money Uncle Ezra would give him--nearly ten thousand dollars--and I suspect that Larson himself had lined his own pockets well. "She's ready," he announced to Uncle Ezra, one day. "Well, take her up." "Will you come?" "Not till I see how you fare. Go ahead." "Ezra, be you goin' up in that contraption?" asked Aunt Samantha, as she came out in the meadow where a starting ground had been laid out. "I'm aiming to, if he comes back alive with it," Uncle Ezra made answer, grimly. "Well, as I said before, it's flyin' in the face of Providence," declared Mrs. Larabee. "I might as well order my mourning now, and be done with it." "Oh, I ain't aiming to be killed," chuckled Uncle Ezra. "I guess it's safe enough. I've got to get my money back out of this thing." Lieutenant Larson, with one of the helpers, made the first flight. He did not go very high, so that Uncle Ezra would have confidence. When he came back to the starting point he asked: "Well, will you take a chance?" "I--I guess so," replied Mr. Larabee, and his voice was not very steady. "I'm goin' in the house," announced Mrs. Larabee. "I don't want to see it!" Uncle Ezra took his place. "I've got accident insurance in case anything happens," he said, slowly.