Evening star., 1926-06-06

~ us--maybe both or us~-ls
going to break his neck,
An then whereIl we be?''
Dead" answered Red
Luke. not without feeling.
Correct
The Arm of Luke & Myrick, Death
Defiers "Plane Changing. Wing
Walking and Parachute Jumping: We
Will Try Anything"-drank its beer
thoughtfully, almost sadly. .
Harry Myrick, whose idea of a good
show was to stand on the top wing OF
plane while Red looped it., pursued
the subject. do you know what,d
happen" he demanded: III we went
into a life-insurance office?
.'Sure!" responded his lean. hatchet
faced. red-headed partner. 'The presl-
dent Of the company'd have a nervous
breakdown"
AN they'd disinfect the Office after
they bounced US out"
well, what do you want to do
about it?" asked Red. I'VE don't
know how to do anything except fly
ships and pull stunts"
I'm irwin to tell you:'
"What?"
Harry paused dramatically. What
we need" he announced, SIS a few
acres near Hollywood for a flying field.
That'd put us handy with the picture
gang. an we'd get the Winter tourist
trade. With Moe Silkley in New
York" (Moe was their booking agent
IAN us hanging out Summers near
Chicago an Winters in California,
we'd have the country well covered.
we could swing it on a couple o thou
sand"
Sure" agreed Red. Lets buy the
southern end of California-say, from
los Angeles down. What do we care?
We've got $65."
IAN / want to know from you." an
swered Harry Myrick, is-are you
with me?"
Sure, I'm with you, but"
Don't try to think. kid" inter-
rupted Harry. 'It gets me all wore
out watching you. Hey. Joe. bring
some boloney for Dooley with them
beers.'
Their mongrel pup, Dooley, grown
now nearly to doghood's proud estate
he was the worlds only wingwalk-
ing, parachute-jumping dog - was
sprawled under the table. He gave
the floor a whack with his tail just to
show that he appreciated being men,
toned.
"Wish Moe'd nail down another
good movie contract for u.s." said
Harry.
"Yeh," agreed Red. 1--WE sure do
need the cash. He added after a mo-
ment: I'VE better get busy N clean
'em spark plugs. They're rotten dirty.
You're a bright little fellow, Harry.
Why don't you invent a spark plug
that en- brush its own teeth?"
Harry grunted in response, and they
moved away silently toward their two
airplanes and mounted the engine sec.
1ion of the smaller one.
A DAPPER, quietly overdressed
"A man, with a hard. angular face
approached them and stood digging
his cane into the turf. 'AIr. Luke and
Mr. Myrick, / presume?" he asked.
Yep"
1T have a matter of business that I
would like to talk over with one OF
YOU"
Both men laid aside their wrenches
and dropped to the ground.
"Just with one of you, however,
said the man, his eyes shifting be-
tween them in a cody appraisfng
glance.
Its all right" said Red. eve work
together"
Possibly so'' He swung his cane
negligently. But this is a one-man
job and I prefer to keep it So
w ell, SdlQ HAIRY, l0I ) IndlCH.
Heads you take it: tails I take it. d"
He pulled out coin. prepared to spin
it. IF this is bootlegging job, we're
- out"
The mans head shook briefly. "of
course not!'
The coin spun in twinkling arc,
dropped to the ground, tails up.
"Clean the spark plugs, baby" said
Harry. "Papa's busy"
Red watched them as they moved
away, saw Harry enter the hangar
and reappear after a few minutes in
his city-going clothes. They got into
a car and rolled down the road.
1t was shortly after noon when My
rick returned to the field.
Red looked up from the pan Of
gasoline in which he was scrubbing
spark plugs. "Well?"
II took the job. There's three thou.
sand in it"'
"Wow! What is it,"
Harry scowled, and his brown eyes
stared across the field. Cant tell
YOU, Red. Promised I wouldn't. an.
s'elp me. don't know myself. I'm to
shove off from here this afternoon
an fly here to there. an from there
10 some. place else again. / ought to
lie back here by tomorrow night. May
be not until the next morning.
Three thousand echoed Red.
You're up to no good, kid! They
don't pay three thousand for virtue. ="
Harry Nyricx Shri,oped "Dop'f