The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-09-05
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self. the brace wires singing gent ly.
 He looked below. There 1t was their landing field, gleaming whitely in the gathering dusk. And what nest! Careful airmanship needed here. They swung down in narrow ing circles. Slowly the ground took form. Rothweu could make out trees, or were they shrubs7 And the field was larger, too, than he had thought -three-quarters of a mile in width at least.
 The plane turned sharply to one side, and plunged steeply for the field ahead. Down, down, down-wires singing sharply and ears throbbing under the pressure. RothweH gulped sharply to clear his ear drums.
 Now they were almost touching the ground. skimming along at ninety miles an hour. landing wheels brush Ing the grass. A bump-another-a moment of tossing about like a motor boat in q heavy swell-and the De Havilaud drew to n stop twenty feet from a canvas hangar.
 Tricky landing that" remarked Nelson, throwing his leg over the cockpit. Have to judge 1t pretty fine. One of these ships glides like a bloom ing diriEible, and you have to hold her off. And first thing you know you mess the side of the hill all up. Air bumps are bad. too, most days"
 A trio of mechanics hustled about the plane as ROthweu eased his cramped legs from the narrow cock pit. The two flyers strolled to the barracks, set among stunted trees which shaded one end of the field.
 An orderly met them at the door.
 GO right in to the Colonel, sir, he said, saluting. Your wireless came in just after noon. We've been listening for you ever since. The mi orophones picked up old 1850 half an hour ago"
 The Colonel sat at his desk.
 sit down, gentlemen" he invited. pronering cigars. "A good flight, lieutenant"
 ''Very good, sir" replied Nelson. Nothing much of interest. One col umn of infantry 50 miles north, head ed for the border, three field pieces along. Then there was a burning viI- Iage just east of where you had that forced landing last month, sir. An other visit from the Villistas."
 Rothweu was surprised. He had seen nothing whatever In the rorm of human activity on the ground since leaving the field at Texacalis,
 And this is MT. Rothwell. doubt less,'' said the Colonel, turning to him with outstretched hand. You must pardon our somewhat uncan- veutional manner in bringing you here" he went on. but 1t Is the saf- est and easiest. Both Villa and Car ranza are on the warpath for Grin- goes; and I've more than a suspi- cion that their interest is fostered by our friends the Huns"
 However, we're safe enough here No one in Mexico excepting ourselves has the slightest idea that an Amer ican base exists anywhere south of the Rio Grande. It wouldn't do them much good if they did, for the place is almost inaccessible. There is just one path out of here-and you might look a long while without finding it.
 "One of our flyers on a scouting expedition found this field six month: ago-it saved his life, too, for hi: engine had stalled right among tn, mOuntains-and we have used it eveI since. The supplies come in by plane of course"
 Ten minutse later the three wer' l seated on a rough plank table in tn, open air, feasting-and to ROthwelH! l air-whetted appetite, 1t was indeed [ feast After the meal he walked apart with the Colonel, discussing tn postprandiaI cigar.