ke this," she gasped. "Oh, I wish I
hadn't eaten that candy!"

Jane looked around to see how Grace and Alice were faring. Grace looked
like a ghost, but Alice seemed unaffected. One of the girls at the rear
of the plane became violently nauseated but Miss Comstock, cool and
undisturbed by the rough weather, cared for her.

One thing Jane realized; they were all getting a thorough test of their
weather ability on their first long flight.

The weather was rough all the rest of the way to Omaha, but after the
first half hour, Sue recovered her equilibrium and managed to smile at
the white face and tight lips of some of the other girls. Poor Grace
was in agony most of the way.

"Lunch is ready at the field restaurant," Miss Comstock announced when
they rolled into the hangar at Omaha.

Various replies greeted her announcement. Some of the girls were ready
to eat, while several could only groan at the thought of food.

Charlie Fischer climbed down and spoke to Jane and Sue.

"A little rough the last hundred and fifty miles," he grinned.

"It was more than a little rough," retorted Sue. "It was terribly
rough."

"Say, that was smooth compared to some of the weather we strike west of
here. You've got lots of surprises ahead."

"I've had enough for one night," replied Sue, "but maybe I won't notice
it from now on."

"Some people are all right after the first time and others never get
over air sickness," replied Charlie cheerfully.

"What a great help you are," countered Sue.

"I'm leaving you here. This is the end of my run tonight. Maybe you'll
be assigned with me when you go into active service."

"If flying with you means weather like this, I hope not," smiled Jane.

Miss Comstock, anticipating that some of the girls might be air-sick,
had ordered a light supper and only one of them, Pert Meade, who had
been ill aboard the plane, was unable to enjoy the attractive meal.

It was eleven o'clock when they re-entered the cabin, ready for the
flight over the windswept Nebraska country. A new pilot, an older man
than Charlie Fischer, was at the controls.

The girls took their places, fastened the safety belts, and the big
ship roared away again.

The weather was still rough as they followed the Platte River valley,
riding high above country along which the pioneers had struggled in the
early days of the West. They were following the U. P. trail, but were
covering in an hour a distance it had taken the first s