Dick, Paul and Innis set off at a quick pace toward the stream which
flowed at the foot of the broad expanse of green campus and parade
ground. As they hurried on they were joined by other cadets in like
haste.

"What is it?" asked the young millionaire.

"Don't know," was the answer. "Something happened on the river,
that's all I heard."

Dick and his chums were soon in a position to see for themselves,
and what they beheld was a curious sort of raft, with torn sails,
or so at least it seemed, floating down with the current. Then, as
the waters swirled about the odd craft, a piece, like the tail of
some great fish, arose for a moment.

"What in the name of Gatling guns is it?" asked Paul, wonderingly.

"It's the airship!" cried Innis. "My cousin's wrecked airship! It
must have been stuck in the mud, or held by some snag, and now it's
come to the surface. We ought to get it. He'll want to save it.
Maybe he can use part of the engine again, and he's out of funds to
buy a new one, I know."

"Besides, he wants to see if it had been tampered with by someone
so as to bring about an accident," suggested Paul.

"We'll get it!" cried Dick. "Come on! In my motor-boat!"