The Ghost of Mystery Airport

ut the ignition of the Dragonfly. From a house adjoining th

we?" Don ca

take care of this pilot?" cried Garr

mer cam

here you could take him. But I can telephone old Ti-O-Ga. He's an Indian. Lives a few miles back fro

r, that the field was a few miles beyond C

suffering, spoke up. "Old Ti-O-Ga? Wh

he has done his telephoning he may let you get the

light and on the chance that a passing automobile on the adjacent road might sto

urned ver

were worried about us, and of course your unc

d. "If I can get the driver to take me to so

t" to a garage at some distance. Ti-O-Ga came in a car while Don was gone. Old, but straight and sturdy, th

iquid taken from the car. The pilot, putting the liquid

ed, "that's great

el like

ns as his limp arm was put to a strain, t

ouse. Strip! Fin

er and by Garry, made slow but

Indian gave Garry a steady,

a feeling as though those bleak, steady eyes

ady" and moving toward the next room where the pilot had been

les?" Garry was amazed. "I ha

e ba

n the small, cozy l

rt time the Indian re

an's arm set-not a bad fracture, he says. No internal injuries, and what he gave th

les," Garry exclaime

e he's taken a liking to you-and just take my advice, buddy, and let him do what he wants, answer all his questions, and don't argue about his ways. He's Indian-

n beckone

e said, "I gi

vice just given him, he rose and followed the tall, dark figur

kno

at the other's sign, climbed into the old F

, he was driven in

od speed and clever handling of the wh

ky; then we get lost and have to set down at the very best place-from the way that pilot was handled. Now I'm bou

n disc

he was ushered into a neat, well-furnished living room with a telephone in one corner. At a wave of the slim, gnarled hand he sat down, quiet and mystified. From a rear room a woman, not altogether Indian,

d when the girl, probably a daug

go back and

yet. Rest! Yo

s felt heavy and inert; he struggled with the increasing desire to sleep, feeling

d above a dark, dismal swamp and he saw again that spectral ship flying toward him. The dream altered. He s

he

o drop off-excus

ocoa? Had he used the same methods Garry had seen in stage demonstrations, to get a person into a hel

oked

objects into a small, dark-looking little pouch. The strings of i

d?" he asked.

I

not allow

," he said. "You not think right

d with some unrevealed contents, its string of rawhide tightly knotted to hold the mouth p

visitations that mystified the Airlane Guard. "Hear, now. Put over head." He gestured. Garry, widening the strin

Garry, surprised

harm, boy! You worry

fingers and thumb, as though

gs! I make charm t

said "Goodbye" and before he could muster any comment, Garry was ushered to the car, the youn

"a charm-to clip ghost

s and other curative methods are famous over a wide area: his "magic" is less widely known, but is in line with the possession of ce