aviators. They were not hampered by uniforms.

"Kentfield Military Academy?" inquired one of the officers,
evidently in command. He looked about for someone in authority.

"Kentfield Academy, sir," replied Colonel Masterly who had come up.
"I am in charge here," and he introduced himself. The army man, who
wore a captain's shoulder straps, saluted and remarked:

"I am Captain Grantly, in charge. That is Captain Wakefield, in
the other machine. With him is Lieutenant McBride, and my companion
is Lieutenant Larson. I presume you expected us?"

"Oh, yes," said Colonel Masterly, as he shook hands with the
visitors. "I'm sure we are all glad to see you."

Dick and his chums looked on with interest. The army aviators
seemed efficient and pleasant men--that is all but one. The first
sight he had of the face of Lieutenant Larson, after the latter had
removed his protecting helmet and goggles, made Dick say to himself:

"That fellow will bear watching! I don't like the look in his
eyes."

But Dick said nothing of this to Paul or Innis. He made up his mind
he would learn their impressions later.

"We thought we might as well come on in the machines, as to have
them taken down, shipped here, and then have to assemble them again,
would take too much time," went on Captain Grantly. "Though we