The Flying Reporter

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get every ounce of help possible, for at the higher altitudes the wind was almost a gale. So he reached his hangar in an amazingly short time. He ran his ship under cover and saw that the gasoline supply was replenished immediately, to prevent the condensation of moisture

old his city editor what he had learned. And he told it so eagerly and so con

, "you may write three-quarters of a column. We'll run two or three picture

" asked Jimmy. "Have you heard f

e picked up from men about the airport. There wasn't anything you don't have and nothing half so good. So there will be no facts for you from that source. Write what y

en sent to see Warren Long was an experienced and able reporter, and Jimmy rather expected that this reporter would do the writing, and that all Jim

new job, in fact-he had been doing little assignments, hoping every day that something wort

t bursting with it. Yet that was exactly the situation Jimmy was in. His love for Warren Long, his admiration for that heroic pilot, and his desire to tell all the world what a truly remarkable thing his friend had done-all this, coupled wi

g slowly roasted while he guided his plane away from the little hamlet and out to the uninhabited districts, where it could not possibly fall on a house and burn up some humble home. To Jimmy's mind that picture was even more compelling than the one of Warren Long's falling headfirst to earth and calmly waiting for his blazing ship to pass him before he opened his parachute. In almost any other case,

he didn't even know. When he had written what he had to say about this, Jimmy took up the story of the pilot's drop to earth, and the breathtaking experience he had had as his flaming plane dived after him. Finally he told the story, simply but graphically, of ho

dent that Johnnie Lee had given him. His mind was so full of the story that, once he had begun to write, the tale came pouring from his typewriter as tumultuously and sparklingly as a mountain torrent rushes down its rocky bed. When at last he ended his story, he had done a truly fine piece of work. His tale was so fresh an

ng the latter might wish to question him about some of the facts, he sat down and waited until his editor could read the story. Jimmy

nd time. Then he looked at Jimmy. "Where did you get the ide

Mr. Davis, because I couldn't write it any other way. All I could see when I tried to write was Warren Long sitting in

city editor. And without another word he picked

Jimmy was sorely puzzled. But if he could have seen where the city editor went and what he did with the story, Jimmy would have been amazed. For Mr. Davis went straight to the managing editor and laid the manuscript and the pictures on th

call the attention of the managing editor to a story before it got into type. But Jimmy would have been well enough pleased if he could have heard Mr. Johnson mutter to himself, after carefully

." Jimmy had demonstrated his ability. And as is always the case