Short stories
Russ Healy always insisted that the old girl understood. But Russ was that rare sort of creature--a flyer who was sentimental. Of course, on the face of things, it was sheer rot. A plane is an inanimate object, theoretically--and therefore incapable of understanding. But Russ...
Russ Healy always insisted that the old girl understood. But Russ was that rare sort of creature--a flyer who was sentimental. Of course, on the face of things, it was sheer rot...
2. CHAPTER II.Brooks didn’t see it that way. He spoke to the rest of the gang: “We’re losing money. I can’t fly all the ships we’ve got. Why should I get rid of the new ones--just because I’m...
3. CHAPTER III.We wasted about five minutes talking the thing over. Al Rodgers and Dave Simmons joined us. Charlie Ryan and Duke Conroy came up. It was Conroy who hit on the idea.
4. CHAPTER IV.It wasn’t hard to spot the field on which they were making “War Aces”--or at least a part of it. It was a level stretch, between rolling hills. There were shell holes, home-made...
5. CHAPTER V.So did Bob. He shook his head. “I’ll have to look up some papers,” he replied. “Don’t know the exact amount, and, anyway, Healy is under a contract to fly for me--not for himsel...
6. CHAPTER VI.The answer came when I got up to four thousand feet, and it came so suddenly that I almost let the D.H. slip into a tail-spin. We’d been climbing in a wide circle--the five ship...
7. CHAPTER VII.When I got up beside the Old Lady, Russ Healy was leaning against a wheel and smoking a cigarette. Bob Brooks was limping around, trying out his left leg, and muttering to himse...