The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-08-29

After what to 10 seemed hours
Of flying, Barston clamped head
phones to his helmet. began speak
ing into the transmitter. She read
his lips rather than heard him say
ing. over and over again: "Barston
calling Yacht Juno" Over and
over he gave his position and called
Marshs yacht. But nothing hap
pened-nothing except the fog and
drone Of the motors-until 10 sank
back against the seat in weary dis
appointment
Suddenly Barston sat more erect,
throttling down the ship and mo-
tioning eXcitedly to 10. He called
again, then listened his face
breaking into happy grin. Stand
by" he yelled into the mouthpiece.
I'm landing, Juno. stand by to
receive valuable cargol"
10 felt the big plane circling
cautiously, and within few mo-
ments she was startled to see the
lights of ship in the fog.
Send out your tender" Barston
called again. Then, quite suddenly,
the motors stopped, and 10 felt the
pontoons strike the water hard She
had to hold tight to the seat to
keep from being pitched against
Barston with the roll of the sea.
They're sending out a power
tender" Barston said, peering
through the fog-misted glass Of the
cabin. His voice was queer. 1t
was tired and husky.
will you be able to get into the
air again all right?" 10 asked.
LIE did not return from the win
l. L dow Sure sure, I'll make
it. One nice thing about fog. 1t
makes for fair take-off in one of
these things. If there was wind
now" he turned suddenly to 10,
took off his helmet and goggles
Listen. Jo-Ive delivered you to
Doug Marsh. But if you ever want
to come back"
10 nodded quickly. Il I didn't
think there were any men as fine
as you are, Todd"
He grinned at her. Sure. Too
bad you aren't in love with me. But
that's not the way the thing
works, guess"
He stopped, peered out the glass
again. The tenders coming along
side. Take off your shoes and
stockings, 10. That wing will be
plenty slippery-and this has got to
be quick or they might damage the
plane. Ready?"
10 nodded, holding to mis- arm
while he opened the cabin door, al
most lifted her to the wing. They
heard some one in the tender
shouting, THE owner sends his
compliments, sir, and wants to know
if there's anything you need"
mot thing" Barston said.
Gust tell the owner to take darned
good care of-of this passenger"
Douglas Marsh was peering over
the side of the Juno when 10 came
up the ladder. Good Lord! Jo-
Jo!" He took her in his arms,
squeezing her so hard that her
drenched jacket dripped water on
the deck. 80, darling, I'd have
been out there myself to get YOU
but I thought it was one Of Bar
ston's elaborate jokes"
rs it e.. a joke?" asked 10
slowly.
For answer, Marsh turned to the
man at the rail.
Ben, find some dry clothes for
Miss Darien. Tell the captain to
keep the ship to her course. And
tell him to be ready to perform
marriage ceremony-tonight!"
Through the fog came the roar
of Barston'S plane, the sound of
pontoonS struggling against the
clutching waves. Then the drone
grew steady and unfettered, sound
ed directly above them.
Marsh drew 10 into his arms
again. Il thought I'd lost you, 10
-. I was escaping to try to for
get you"
We'll" 10 warned him happily,
don't you dare try to forget me
from now on!"
THE END