have railroad travelers."

"No, because there are more railroad travelers to be killed. No
cloud flights for mine!"

A group of cadets, Dick, Innis and Paul among them, were discussing
the latest news at Kentfield.

It was the day following the accident to the biplane. After a brief
consultation with Mr. Vardon, and a calling together of his faculty
members, Colonel Masterly had made formal announcement that a course
in aviation would be open at Kentfield for those who cared to take
it.

"I think it will be great!" cried Dick.

"Are you going in for it?" asked Paul.

"I sure am--if dad will let me."

"Oh, I guess he will all right," spoke Innis, "He lets you do almost
anything you want to--in reason. But I know a certain person who
WILL object."

"Who?" asked Dick, fondling his dog.

"Your Uncle Ezra!"

"I guess that's so!" laughed Dick. "He'll say it's expensive, and
all that sort of thing, and that I'll be sure to break my neck, or