The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1938-08-25

awful. Pretty soon I'll wake up"
She pressed her hands tighter over
her eyes. 81 won't look. I'm not
going to look till I'm sure I'm
awake. Just lousy dream. new
er took her up. I never" She
was on her feet, Keeling back to the
remnants of her plane.
She screamed when she saw what
she was looking for. Sarah Lynn
was pinned to the ground, face
downward, one hand flung clear, an
olive-skinned, sun-tanned hand, deli
cately muscular and thin with faint
ly pink nails. In the midst of break
age and tragedy that hand looked
normal and comfortable and unwor-
ried.
you're not dead!" the flier ad-
dressed her harshly. you're not
dead. I won't-let you-be dead, do
you hear?"
Sarah Lynn did not hear.
Kitty Medill began to weep wild
ly. She got down to her knees and
touched the hand. 81 told you you
weren't dead!" she triumphed.
Nov all I got to do is drag you
out" She began slow and thor
ough investigation. The weight rest
ing on Sarah Lynn's back was utter
ly impossible for her to move even
the fraction of an inch, and it held
her like a wise from her shoulders
to her hips. One arm was under
her; the other, her legs, her head,
were free of encumbrance. "Well,
that's all to the good" Kit contin-
ued to talk to her. "All got to do
is find something I can use to pry
that junk loose so you can wriggle
out"
She stood erect and walked un-
steadily away. They were on a
ledge in a canyon with mountain
crests rising all about them. One,
higher than the rest, she thought
must be Mount Umunhum, named
in the Indian days. There were
no trees. She stood on a rock to
look. There was absolutely nothing
which she could use as a lever to
pry the load off Sarah Lynn.
She walked back to the smashed
ship and took stock. Exploration
discovered her flask half full of
whiskey, matches, four sandwiches
in a tin box. She set her treasures
together on a fiat stone and turned
at sound. Sarah Lynn was moan
ing.
Kitty Medill ran to her. "Hello,
babe! Okeh?"
'Kit?" a faint whisper came.
"Yeahl Kits right here!'
sMy back Could you
lift :"
Kit swallowed hard. swell, you
see, kid, it's pretty heavy. I can't
quite cut the mustard, alone. But
they'll be along now, most any
time, and we'll have you out be-
fore you know it."
"AIl right :" another
signing whisper answered.
"Sure we will. They were watch
ing us, all those birds at the field.
They know the course I took, and
when we don't show up, they'll be
out after u.s." She thought Sarah
Lynn was asleep.
The whisper came again, Kit"
Fright here, babel"
"My back /. Couldn't you lift
it a httle?"
She would try, she told her. She
did try, frantically, futilely, strain
ing until she was crimson and gasp
ing. "See? Can't make the grade.
But just as soon as the boys get
here-and they'll bring tools and ev-
erything-"
Her passenger did not appear to
be listening. After an interval she
said, water :"
The stunt f1ier managed a very
good laugh. "Well, that's the jok-
er. Didn't have any on board, and
I dassent 60 barging around look
ing for spring and get lost in the
dark. But I'll tell you what I have
got!" She retrieved the flask.
''No more water round here than
you'd find in a speak, but ILL swig
- ;-t1I L.