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camera plane, go into a dive and jerk the smoke pot lever that's been
rigged into your plane. That will release a cloud of smoke and make it
appear that you're going down in flames. All of this must be done above
3,000 feet. At 1,000 feet you level off for we won't try to follow you
with the cameras below that point. Think you understand everything?"

"I'm sure I do," replied Jane.

"Don't you worry," put in Charlie. "This is going to be the best air
action your cameras ever caught."

Jane adjusted the straps of her parachute and Charlie boosted her into
the cockpit of his biplane.

"If anything goes wrong," he told her, "just bale over the side and
after you're clear, jerk the ring. Don't worry about the ship. I made
the movie people sign a guarantee to replace it, if anything should
happen."

"Nothing's going to happen," said Jane firmly.

"Atta girl. Let's go."

Charlie ran to the other plane and hoisted his long legs into the
cockpit. Jane opened the motor of the biplane, waved to Miss Comstock,
who was standing nearby, and then sped across the field.

It was a glorious summer morning and to the north and west the peaks of
the majestic Rockies reared their heads above the clouds which obscured
their lower levels. Jane tingled with the zest of her adventure. She
was actually in the movies. Of course she was just doing a stunt, but
when "The Sky Riders" came to Cheyenne she would have the pleasure of
knowing that she had piloted one of the planes in an important piece of
action.

Above Jane the first tri-motor, the plane she was to attack, was
climbing steadily while the second of the big ships, with the director
and main camera crew, was wheeling off the field. Charlie was already
in the air, following her fast.

It took them fifteen minutes to get into position for action and at a
signal from the director in the second tri-motor, the first plane lined
away west, simulating a transport in regular flight. Jane, who was a
thousand feet above the transport, jammed the throttle on full and dove
for the big plane.

The wings of her biplane trembled under the crashing dive, but she knew
the plane's capabilities and her heart thrilled as she roared down on
the big ship.

The machine gun spouted flame and smoke as she pulled the trigger. She
flashed past the tri-motor, nosed up, and poured another volley of fake
bullets at the big ship. Now the chase was on in earnest, the pilots of
the tri-motor making ev