"Dick Hamilton's Football Team; Or, A Young Millionaire On the Gridiron," tells of the efforts of Dick to make a first-class eleven from the rather poor material he found at Kentfield. How he did it, though not without hard work, and how the team finally triumphed over the Blue Hill players, you will find set down at length in the book. "Dick Hamilton's Touring Car; Or, A Young Millionaire's Race for a Fortune," took our hero on a long trip, and in one of the largest, finest and most completely equipped automobiles that a certain firm had ever turned out. I have mentioned Larry Dexter, and I might say that in a line entitled, "The Young Reporter Series," I have give an account of the doings of this youth who rose from the position of office boy on a New York newspaper to be a "star" man, that is, one entrusted with writing only the biggest kind of stories. Dick had met Larry while in New York, and Larry had profited by the acquaintanceship by getting a "beat," or exclusive story, about the young millionaire. On the return of Dick and his cadet chums from a trip to California, the rich youth had again taken up his studies at Kentfield. And now we behold him, out in his motor-boat, having just succeeded in helping rescue the master and "crew" of the aircraft that had plunged into the river. "There; he breathed." "I think he's coming around now." "Better get him to shore though. He'll need a doctor!" Thus remarked Dick, Paul and Innis as they labored over the unfortunate mechanician of the biplane. They had used artificial respiration on him until he breathed naturally. "I'll start the boat," announced Dick, for the craft had been allowed to drift while the lifesaving work was going on. "We want to make time back." "This certainly is a surprise," remarked Larry Dexter, as he tried to wring some of the water out of his clothes. "More to me than it is to you, I guess," suggested Dick. "I suppose you birdmen are used to accidents like this?" "More or less," answered the cousin of Innis Beeby. "But I never expected to come to grief, and be rescued by Innis." "Nor did I expect to see you," said the cadet. "We were just speaking of you, or, rather I was, as we saw your craft in the air. I was wondering if you had perfected your patent." "It doesn't look so--does it?" asked the airship inventor, with a rueful smile in the direction of the sunken aircraft. "I guess I'm at the end of my rope," he added, sadly. "But I'm glad none of us was killed." "So am I!" exclaimed Dick. "But how in the world did you come to take up aviation, Larry?" he asked, of the young newspaper man. "Have you given up reporting?"