enough to pay the minister's fee?"

"Just long enough to hammer some common-sense into the heads of two
brothers of mine!" cried Dick, and threw a book at Tom and a pillow at
Sam. "Now go to bed and don't forget to wake up early, for we want to be
in Rayville by eight o'clock, so we can have all day, if necessary, to
locate the biplane." And then he chased Tom and Sam out of the bedroom
and locked the door on them.

Left to himself, Dick walked slowly across the room to where the bureau
stood. On the top was a small, framed picture of Dora Stanhope, that had
been taken only a few months before. Dick could not help but take up the
portrait and gaze at it long and earnestly.

"Dear, dear Dora!" he murmured fondly. "The best girl in all this wide
world! Some day you are going to be Mrs. Dick Rover, and that day can't
come any too soon for me. Oh, I hope those rascals don't do anything
more to harm you!"

Dick was still holding the picture when there came a soft knock on the
door.

"Who is it? What do you want?" he asked, as he put the picture down.

"Dick, my child," came in a whisper from the fun-loving Tom. "Be careful
and don't kiss all the glaze off that photo. She's a sweet girl,
warranted all silk and a yard wide, but the glaze may be poisonous,
and----"

"Tom, if you don't get to bed I'll--I'll throw a pitcher of water over
you!" cried Dick, and started to unlock the door. With a merry laugh Tom
ran off; and that was the last seen or heard of him that night.

Before retiring Dick gave his wounded head another application of
liniment, and in the morning he was gratified to find that much of the
soreness was gone. The cuts, of course, remained, and he bound these up
with extra strips of adhesive plaster. The three lads had an early
breakfast, and by half-past seven o'clock were in the touring car, bound
for Rayville.

"How are you going to get the biplane back here, even if you do find
it?" questioned their uncle, before they started off.

"I don't know," answered Dick. "It will depend on what condition the
_Dartaway_ is in. She may be so broken up as to be unfit for anything,
and then it wouldn't pay to move her."

"Well, better not attempt to fly in the craft," cautioned Randolph
Rover.

"Hardly," said Tom. "Maybe we'll telephone for Captain Colby to come and
get her."

Tom was at the wheel of the touring car and, once the farm was left
behind, and they were on a fairly good country road, he advanc