Bill Bolton—Flying Midshipman
er in the air a
stick gently forward. The amphibian which he was driving nosed into a long glid
back Mr. Bolton from his
the plane a side-slip as an u
cane or I'm a landlubber. We're soon going to be in for it good and plent
e a long swim," was his
increasing in violence momentarily, he shot a quick glance overside. Row after ro
eyes on the water just ahead he allowed the nose to come gradually up until the amphibian was in level flight. In such a wind this proved a
her, the heel of the step made contact with the top of a whitecap and amid a cloud of spray the amphibian skimmed ahead on the water. Before her nose could play
secure by cleating down a waterproof tarpaulin over the top, flush with the
ered the heavens now, concealing the sun. And as it
the tarpaulin will shed water like a deck. If the fore cockpit ship
n, "but why you keep the plane heading into those combers is b
tion to do that now. I threw over th
d you d
ith the weight of the water pouring down on her lower wing sections. If I tried to
htened the horizon for an instant, Mr. Bolton glim
with the wind instead of heading int
wind at once affects its velocity over the surface, which will be the composition of the speed of the plane through the air with the speed of the air over the surface. You see, a plane which stalls at forty miles an hour will, when landing into a fifteen-mile
smiled in t
you do seem to have learned somethi
ked his head as an unusually vicious wave swept over the forward decking, deluging the two in
Now we're stranded-somewhere in the Bay of Florida-and instead of dining cheerily with
ood bait for the sharks
there's anythin
and bear it until this
t worse before
p, Dad-we'll w
f. Haven't since we came down, as a matter of fact. I've never
Every naval flyer knows that feeling, your son included, at
ope so," falte
pork swimming in its own hot grease, for a
stood up suddenly an
wed suit almo
ir places, weak and empty, but
k always gets one going," mused Bill
nd handed it back, whereupon B
better
continued in his normal tone. "The plane
asing steadily, and fl
something w
et in here. Give me a hand
you goin
wn the coc
first time. "If we put the cover on the cockpit, we'll be drowned like r
er like this. We're in a tight fix, Dad, and our only chance is to ride out the gale. This plane will sink like a stone, once th
Bolton replied, and he hastene
ric torch. With some trouble, because of the violent pitching and rolling of their little ship, he took down the two passenger seats wh
a rug, now," breezed Bill with satisfa
'd much prefer doing so in the open. However, I am certainly proud of the way you're handling things, my boy. From
ear plainly the splash of the waves against the hull. This eerie silence lasted for perhaps
s back against one wall and his feet against the o
ne struck them. Down and still further down went
was a real sport-true, he was a business man, and more at home in a swivel-chair behind a desk than in a pounding seaplane in a gale. But the old man was rig
s his business to take risks. This was about the tightest fix he had been in so far,
feel it. Soon the sea would get up again
cil out of his pocket, and after wri
of these waters?
about twenty-five miles south of Oyster Keys when we landed. The mainla
glancing at what he had written, Mr. Bolton scribb
yster Keys?"
s commotion now, so Bil
ody lives there. Even head on to the storm as we ar
his father. "Maybe we'll m
n the sea that will be running by then
eed this flashlight again before morning, Dad. The batteries are small. They w
. "Goodnight--and
as unable to see the faintest outline of it. The strain and excitement were beginning to make themselves felt. Bill began to realize th
ocket and drew it forth. By its light he saw his father sleeping on the flooring close to him. A glance at his wristwatch showed tha
which seemed bent on burying the small craft beneath tumbling torrents of angry water. The plane was probably leaking a bit,
ht his breath. Dead aft and not a quarter of a
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