Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-16

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HARRY'S heart sank. They were in the air,
but now their plight was worse that it had
been few minutes before. He knew that to
attempt another landing In the semi-darkness,
on their makeshift wheel, would be madness:
and even II they could the bandits would be
waiting for them. On the other hand, he real
lied that Uncle George could never ny the
plane home
Harry set his Jaw The plane had dual con-
trolls, and Harry had had little experience in
flying. When his uncle failed. he would take
the stick and get them home somehow
He realized that it was an almost impossible
task Flying q plane with his uncle guiding
him, in daylight under ideal conditions was
far different from plotting a ship over danger
GUS mountains In the darkness, with no assist
ance. As for landing, he knew only too well
But there was nothing TO do but TO try it.
He glanced around again. The plane had
been gaining altitude steadily, so he knew that
Uncle Georges hand was still on the stick. The
man smiled waniy nodded to his left shoulder
to indicate the location of his wound and then
braced himself in the seat The plane safely
above the mountains now, pointed toward the
west and the motor roared.
An hours steady flying would bring them
over the home airport, but Harry knew that
his uncle could never last that long. The TOW
Of blood from the wound in his shoulder was
rapidly sappng his strength. But as the plane
raced ON minute after minute Harry marveled
at his uncle's grit. He was hanging on, lit
orally, for dear life
Then the ship dipped suddenly. Harry knew
what that meant. quick glance showed him
that Uncle Georges head had fallen forward
on his chest. He was unconscious. Harry
grasped the stick before him, opened the
throttle to the limit and few grimly onward.
1t was not hard to hold his direction. I'm
doubleday his uncle had known just how to set
the cOurse-he must stick to it. The feel of
the plane under his control inspired the boy
with confidence. A triumphant smile came to
his lips. He would get home safely yeti
Many minutes passed while they roared
steadily onward. Then Harry became alarmed.
What if their course was wrong and they
missed the town and went out over the Pacific?
He knew they did not have enough fuel to
stay up until daylight. Anxiously he scanned
the horizon for the powerful beacon at the
airport.
He could not suppress a cry of joy as he
finally saw it ahead and to the left. That
light meant safety, If he could get down. Then
fear gripped him again. That bad wheel-they
could never land without a crack-up
Now he was over the brightly lighted landing
field. He began cautious descent He circled
the held, turned, came back only a few hun
dred feet up. He saw attendants running from
the hangers. II they recognized the plane at
all in the darkness, they thought of course
that Uncle George was at the controls and
had no fears about the landing. Harry took
a deep breath, nosed the ship down gently and
prepared for the inevitable smash.
His lack Of skill really helped them, for the
plane, slightly OF an even keel struck first on