yenne and informed him that another plane
would be needed to take her charges to Cheyenne.

It was daylight when Cheyenne finally came back with flying orders. A
special plane was being ordered out of Omaha to take the girls the
remainder of the distance.

"We'll have several hours here," Miss Comstock informed them, "so I've
chartered several cabs to take us uptown for breakfast. We'll go to the
hotel, clean up and relax. Lunch will be in Cheyenne."

They were about to leave the field when a young man hurried up.

"I'm the Associated Press correspondent here," he explained, "and I'm
looking for the stewardess in charge."

Miss Comstock stepped forward. "What can I do for you?" she asked.

The reporter grinned. "Just tell me all about the accident. I've got
the pilots' names from the hospital and a few details, but I'd like to
have all of the facts."

Jane was surprised when Miss Comstock told him everything about the
accident.

"Please say that the new girls were especially calm and cool-headed in
their first emergency," she said. "If it had not been for the
assistance of one of them I fear the pilot would never have been pulled
out of the wreckage before the plane caught fire."

The reporter insisted on having Jane's name.

"This will make a great human-interest story," he exclaimed as he
hurried away.

Miss Comstock turned to the girls.

"That's a little lesson in public relations," she said. "The policy of
the line is to tell the newspaper people the truth. If you try to hide
or distort facts, the reporters will learn part of them in some other
way and it is much better to have the truth sent out in the first
place."

After breakfast at the hotel, Jane and Sue went into the writing room.

"I'm going to write my parents about everything that happened last
night," said Sue. "Then they won't worry when they read the newspaper
stories."

Jane agreed that it was a splendid idea and they passed half an hour at
their letter writing before Miss Comstock came in to inform them that
it was time to return to the field.

As they reached the airport a tri-motor swung in from the east. It
swooped low over the field and an arm was flung out of the cockpit in a
friendly greeting to the girls who were standing beside the hangar. The
tri-motor nosed around into the wind and dropped down to an easy
landing.

When it stopped in the hangar, the pilot stuck his head out of the
cockpit.

"Hi, there," he called to