"Well, you fellows can go in for it if you like, but automobiling is dangerous enough sport for me."
"Ah, what's the matter with you? Flying is pretty nearly as safe now as walking! Not half as many birdmen have been killed as there 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.