ago faded behind them as they sped over the fertile farm land of
Illinois.

Jane relaxed in the comfortable chair and closed her eyes. The nervous
strain of the last few hours had been terrific and she welcomed the
opportunity to rest and relax. Sue, likewise tired by the day, closed
her eyes and both girls dozed.

They were over the Mississippi at dusk with the lights of Clinton,
Iowa, visible to their right. Then the plane sped on above the rich
acres of Iowa. Below them the headlights of automobiles dotted the
highways and an occasional cluster of lights marked a village. Then a
field blazed into blue-white incandescence and the beat of the motors
slowed.

Miss Comstock came down the aisle and Sue asked her their location.

"We're landing at Iowa City to refuel. We'll stay there about ten
minutes. You can get out and walk about the hangar if you like."

There were only a few people at the airport when the tri-motor rolled
into the hangar and the girls stepped out of the cabin.

"I'm getting hungry and Omaha is a long distance ahead," said Grace
Huston.

"There's a restaurant just a block away, by that old hangar," pointed
out Alice. "We could get a chocolate bar there. That should keep off
the wolf until Omaha."

They agreed that chocolate bars would taste good and Alice, collecting
a dime from each of her companions, hurried away toward the restaurant.
When she returned, the candy bars were welcomed eagerly and when the
girls stepped back into the plane they felt refreshed.

The floodlight opened up the night with its blue-white brilliance and
the tri-motor rolled across the field and soared westward again. Miss
Comstock came down the aisle with an armful of the latest magazines.

"This will be one of your duties," she said as she offered them to Jane
and Sue. The girls made their selection but Jane found her eyes too
heavy for reading. She changed places with Sue and dozed again while
her companion read.

At the end of another hour, the plane started bucking sharply and sleep
became impossible for any of the girls.

Miss Comstock came along the aisle and spoke to each girl.

"There's a bad cross-wind. See that your safety belts are buckled
securely."

The plane continued to bounce up and down, sometimes dropping for what
seemed to Jane hundreds of feet only to bound upward again with a
jarring shock.

Sue was white and perspiration stood out on her forehead.

"I hope we won't have many trips li