Dave Dashaway and His Giant Airship: or, A Marvellous Trip Across the Atlantic. Roy Rockwood

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that his visitors had the fineness of mind to understand the pathetic circumstances of his efforts in behalf of the Winston family.

      Vernon gave his companion a wink and a nudge. He whispered some quick words to him that Dave did not catch. Young Brackett drew out a wallet stuffed full of money.

      “See here, Dashaway,” he spoke, in a tone meant to be friendly and wheedling; “be a good fellow. There are some girls down at the hotel I promised to show the Gossamer to, and what she could do on the water. I’ll make it a twenty. Come, help us out.”

      “I am sorry,” replied Dave, steadily.

      “You won’t do it?”

      “No.”

      Again Vernon whispered to his companion. The latter nodded his head. Vernon shot a quick glance about the enclosure. Then, before Dave could surmise his purpose, the man made a spring at him.

      The young aviator was athletic and strong, but he had to cope with a full grown man. Vernon had seized his arms from behind and Dave struggled in vain.

      “Fetch those ropes over near the airship,” directed Vernon, with an unpleasant laugh. “I’ll show you how to do this thing.”

      Young Brackett looked a trifle frightened.

      “See here, Vernon,” he said, “I don’t know about this.”

      “Well, I do,” retorted Vernon, securely twisting the rope about Dave’s arms and body. “You said you knew how to run the machine, didn’t you?”

      “Why, I’ve been up in a biplane at the works several times,” said Brackett, rather hesitatingly.

      “What are you afraid of, then? Just because it’s a bigger machine? Look here, give it a try.”

      “What are you going to do with Dashaway?”

      “Take him along.”

      “What!”

      “Certainly, so if we make any blunders he’ll have to take the helm to help himself out of the fix.”

      “I want to warn you,” cried Dave. “You are trying a dangerous experiment.”

      Vernon only laughed. Brackett put on a braggart air of over-confidence. The former lifted Dave into one of the seats and took his own behind the pilot post.

      “All right,” announced Brackett, climbing into the forward seat. “I think I can manage the machine.”

      Dave cast a hopeless look towards the gates of the enclosure. There was no sign of Grimshaw or Hiram. He watched the bungling of Brackett over the delicate mechanism, fearful as to the outcome of the resolution of the reckless fellow.

      “Self-starter, eh?” he heard the presumptuous pilot say. “I know how to operate that. What’s this little mirror for? Oh, yes, to index the curves. Pshaw! I can’t go wrong if I watch that.”

      “Can’t you? Oh, my!” muttered Dave.

      Young Brackett was all right at the wheel. His brief biplane experience counted for enough to enable him to make a very pretty swoop aloft. He was so delighted at this that he chuckled:

      “Say, I guess I’ll take a job at running the governor’s machine myself. Hey, what?”

      “Good for you – doing finely,” commended Vernon. “Get over the lake, Brackett. If you can manage to sail the machine we’ll take the girls for a ride.”

      Dave held his breath. Brackett had split half a circle abruptly, and the Gossamer got ready for a dive. By some accident the frightened pilot banked just in time to save a spill.

      “Don’t change your course – don’t dare to!” fairly shouted the excited Dave, as he saw that any further attempt at a head change in novice hands meant sure destruction for the Gossamer.

      Young Brackett was terribly frightened. In his fear and dismay he turned on the full power, but let the machine run a perfectly straight course. It was, however, on an angle of about fifty degrees.

      “What’s he to do?” chattered Vernon, himself growing pale and nerveless.

      “I can’t tell – I can only show him. If the course is not changed, the machine will hit the earth going forty miles an hour,” declared Dave.

      “Show him, then! show him!” gasped Vernon.

      He reached over with trembling hands and began to loosen the ropes with which he had bound the young aviator. In some way they had become tangled, and in that circumscribed space he dared not move about freely. The Gossamer tipped slightly, and its dismayed pilot let out a yell of fear.

      While Vernon was tugging breathlessly at the ropes, Dave noted that the machine was due to land with a terrific shock inside of two minutes. It just grazed the tops of some tall trees. Then it missed a flagpole in the center of some private grounds.

      “Shut off the power, or we are lost!” cried Dave.

      Brackett had just enough sense left to obey him, but that did not prevent a catastrophe. They were just passing near some glass-covered hothouses. The first one they skidded. At the second one the head of the machine ripped the top row of glasses out of place like a toboggan shoe splintering a stretch of thin ice. Then the under floats tangled in the frame work, and Dave bore company with the others in a dive into a bed of geraniums.

      The shock of even that soft landing place was sufficient to half stun our hero for the moment. In a dim blur of vision he seemed to see two figures limping away. He caught sight of the machine lying half-way through a frail trellis. Then he heard these startled words in an unfamiliar voice:

      “Hello! I say, what’s this?”

      Dave looked up to see a man in gardener’s garb staring in turn at himself, the Gossamer, and the havoc the machine had made.

      “If you’ll help me up,” said Dave, rather faintly; “I’ll try to explain.”

      “You’ll have to!” cried the gardener. “Who ever heard of such a thing? Get up, but don’t you try to run away from all the mischief you’ve done.”

      “Hardly,” promised Dave, as the man cut the ropes securing him. “How badly is the machine damaged?”

      “How badly are my greenhouses damaged, you’d better say!” shouted the man. “Say, who’s to pay for all this wreck and ruin?”

      “Don’t worry about that,” replied Dave. “The company will settle with you.”

      “I don’t know anything about your company,” retorted the man. “If you’re Dashaway – ”

      “I am.”

      “I’ve heard of you, and you look like a decent, honest fellow. But say, this is an awful fix for me. I’m only in charge here, and I don’t know but the boss will hold me responsible for what’s happened and take the damage out of my small pay.”

      “I will see that he doesn’t do that,” pledged Dave.

      The man was almost crying in his fright

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