came from Colonel Masterly to learn what was going on, and, when he
heard of the rescue, Dick and his chums were excused from taking
part in the day's closing drill.

"He's coming around all right," the physician remarked to the young
millionaire, on the way from the hospital, where he had been
attending Jack Butt. "It seems that he was entangled in some part
of the aircraft, and couldn't get to the surface until he was nearly
drowned. But he's all right now, though he needs rest and care."

"I wonder if he can stay here?" asked Dick. "Oh, yes, I'll attend
to that for you," the doctor promised. "I'll arrange with Colonel
Masterly about that. And your other friends--I think they should
remain, too. They probably are in rather an unpleasant plight."

"I'll look after them," said Dick. "I can put them up. One is a
newspaper man, and the other a cousin of Beeby's. He's an airship
inventor."

"Is that so? Colonel Masterly might be interested to know that."

"Why?" asked Dick.

"Because I understand that he is about to add a course in aviation
to the studies here. It has been discussed in faculty meetings, so
it is no secret."

"An aviation course at Kentfield!" cried Dick, with shining eyes.

"Yes. Are you interested?" the doctor asked.