Linda Carlton's Hollywood Flight

le in the Mexican hotel the following morning,

groa

e ray of sunshine you

d daylight, I mean. If there are bears and snakes in th

, it’s all right. What I don’t care ab

an extra tank of gasoline, in case we can’t find a place to refuel

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face at the cereal she was eating. “Do you know, Linda, I could bear most an

a la

dor. Still, it’s a lot better than nothin

nside of half an hour the girls were back at the airport where they had left the autogiro, and Linda was

she asked, as she completed

thing,” rep

d a short distance along the runway, but left the ground so quickly that

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in inquired for news. A yellow biplane, it seemed, had been sighted that morning, flying low, going west towards the coas

ountains,” remarked Linda. “But please

rse for a couple of hours. The sun glared down upon them, and the earth below looked

ank hovering directly above the mountains, and extending so far on either side that she gave up all thought of going around it. Instead she put the ship into a sharp climb and headed resolutely i

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o see in this unknown region, Linda suddenly experienced a queer choking sensation, brought on by her helplessness. Scolding herself for this mome

e best of almost any bad situation, even if it were an unknown mountain range in a mist?

f the cloud, or to hear it, because of the noise of their own motor. But there it was, rushing headl

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acle could save them. With a sudden sharp turn she banked to the left, and went into a side-slip, dr

face in beads, and her hands were hot

again, as if it, too, had dropped on purpose. She couldn’t believe her ears. Was it that girl—

n awful the first time, but now it actually unnerved her. Inside of that cloud—on the dangerous mountain side! No; she could n

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she began her descent by a series of glides. All the whi

st have passed over the mountains, she decided, and were descending

Dot, almost hystericall

e had she been so thankful to see it, unless perh

cried, joyfully. “We must ha

her places in Mexico where they had landed. The earth was not nearly so parched or barren, and here and there, between the unde

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gaily, as if they had been on a picn

da, for they were out of the range of the

ally don’t mind. If a bear wanders over to

ms, when they saw a sight that made them stand breathless in horror. About fiv

Linda. “It must be the one

started to run. Oh, if a human being were caged in that burni

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ing down to the earth. They stopped instantly, waiting in breathless suspense. Suppose it were

a cry of horror when he recognized Linda and Dot. Thoug

was Bert

is ropes, glanced at his burni

“And to think, I

a gently. “It seems we almost did f

gas feed. That’s why I jumped.... But that had nothing to do with you.... But I a

sked Dot, in

new it was the autogiro. And thought that girl was piloting

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port from the Los Angeles h

t re

double stole our Sky Rocket, a

with it?” de

them. But where have you

ade a search on foot, but it proved to be a false clue that I was following

is wife, as the three young fliers approached the burning mass. The fla

sympathetically, thinking how dreadfu

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I’ve lost a lot of my things.... I think,” he added, gloomily, “that I’d better hunt about for some

is a stream anywhere

’ve got to stay h

me back to us, if possible, and then we’ll give you some supper. Real Mexican food—if you

to their preparations for supper. The food had al

uncement that he had found a stream, and had succeeded in putting out the

hase,” said Dot. “They’ll

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t’s my foolhardiness. When I think of wha

t know what to say. But Dot, in her characteristic manner, t

elf, go off away from us, where yo

laughed in spi

on purpose. “And have some of this delicious Mexican food. I

ccepted the paper plat

e autogiro, and this delicious supper. And you’re lucky enough to be the young man chosen—out of hundreds of admirers of Mi

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shed at t

protested. “You’

if you like. There’s Ralph Cla

tting her hand over her mouth.

was grinning broadly,

an things to you, Linda.” He was so in earnest that he did not realize that he had used her first name. “Accusing you of f

t. “Linda’s not such a saint as that. I remember many a time that she cl

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inda. “It’s getting so dark, I think we

o stay here,” remark

sigh?” as

re for camping

have to, tonight. For I found a straw-covered shack over near the stream where I

jumping to her feet, and shaking his hand. “For o