The Ghost of Mystery Airport

ated back across th

ense relief, a cheer

oathouse! Wh

ick-Chic

g in the exclamation. "In the name of all-po

ouds, and Chick, with a great sense of relief, recognized that his newest companion was Toby Tew, who operated a smal

red Chick. "What made y

man in his heavy oilskins as he thrilled to the touch of hu

her la

'that's a how-dy-do!' So I pushed the door open, and got out of range, case it was some bootlegger run in out o' the blow. I heard you coming out so I dodged across and got behind a spile. Thinks I,

by's earnest question as to his reason for b

hs "borrowed" dories and returned them with am oar missing. No party of boys lacking funds had to forego crabbing expeditions as long as Toby had spare dories not in demand for pa

t, the ensuing flight, the coming of the mail 'plane, the spectre visitation and its vanishment, and the eve

red toward the bottle and the upset condition of the hut, revealed by the refilled lantern; Toby,

name of all-possessed, though, who would of come up through my trap door with oilskins an

ing if you mean to 'be it,'" Chick

monstrated. "And Doe seldom uses alcohol. More'n that, there's so

ld-timer around the marsh had seen it and remembered about a crack-up years ago and thinks it's the ghost of

n that. Supposing the airport beacon was lit, say-flashing around. Supposing your airp

came in," Chick agreed, "but that won't

ed!" Sitting in the chair the boatman slapped his knee. "That

emphasize h

ws showed, com

. "The airplanes were of the old style-lik

d with your minds keyed

the spook tonight? We weren't flying arou

at work in with this about the mysterious airplane desig

soggy paper, care

d! Nobody'd steal that! It d

And I don't see why they sketched in wings and control

out that than I would.

ick looked up. "Do you see how taking this

gain over the tracery, Chick went

ncle, to ruin the airport business," he argued. "If that i

! You're smart

y want to take this-" He put a stubby finger on the tracing, looking up with

s I give

Son-look at this thing.

ed, Chic

ything odd

the ink h

t, son. The part

e wings and the struts, and some of the 'empennage'-

ty! I'm forgetting that you're sopping wet and cold, and the folks at home will be having a search party out after

k. "If it isn't an

and, Toby tu

n old-time sailing

added a third mys