Bill Barnes Air Adventurer, July 1935 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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AIR ADVENTURER too. I'll sing you a little song I made up about Red.” “Hey!” Bill yelled into the muicro- phone. “Where do you think you are, half-wit? How about coming down here and taking over the controls?” ee) i Bl Oe Ke Sandy repiied, hastily. “I was just amusing the hired help to keep awake.” “You'd better get some sense and keep your eyes open,’ Bill said. “‘It looks as though we might hit some soupy weather.” “Nothing’s going to happen on this trip,” Sandy said, dismally. “It’s going to be one of those long, tedious jour- neys.”’ A roar of laughter sounded over the microphone from Shorty. Then he lifted his voice and spoke in a high falsetto. “Deah! Deah! I do find these long tedious journeys so tiring. So hard on the complexion and the nerves. My doctah told me to find some new in- terests to relieve my boredom. Fawncy seein’ you heah!’’ “Nuts to you, you fish-faced ape!’ Sandy shouted. BILL BARNES threw the controls of the monster transport to Sandy and went down the steps to the runway alongside the Eaglet. He stuck his head in his own compartment for a mo- ment. His eyes were shining with pride as he peered into his own private bath. The carrier-transport was certainly a SUCCESS. a He went aft into the tail and talked with old Charlie for a moment. As he stuck his head in the door old Charlie quickly closed the door of the electric oven. He closed it so quickly Bill looked at him suspiciously. Old Charlie rubbed his big, hands on his apron and grinned foolishly. “What are you cooking?” Bill asked. “It smells good.” He stuck a hand out to open the oven door. BB—3 33 Charlie grasped his arm quickly to stop him. ‘Don’t open the door. It'll spoil,” he said. | “What’ll spoil?” Old Charlie looked at his feet like a schoolboy caught in the act of hit- ting his teacher with a pea shooter. wits just apie, He said: “A chocolate pie!’ Bill said. — His face was stern, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. “You know you're not sup- posed to carry stuff for pies on a long cruise, Charlie.”’ : “IT know it, sir,” Charlie said. “But Sandy brought it aboard. He said he probably wouldn’t get anything to eat in Madagascar. have one chocolate pie.” Bill threw up his hands and stalked out of the galley, slamming the door behind him. But he was grinning. Try and keep food away from that kid, he thought. Sandy held the ship steady on her course while he studied the complicated He said he had to. instrument board. He saw that a slight | tail wind had brought their cruising speed up to two hundred and ten miles an hour. Everything was ticking over beautifully. He flipped the switch on the radio panel as a red light burned fore brightly. A voice chanted into his ear phones: “Calling B. B. Calling B. B. Calling B. B.’ asad. “B. B. answering,’ Sandy said. B. answering, Tony.” “That yous Bill?” “Sandy speaking.” “O. K., kid. Tony from the field. Get Bill on the phone.” Bill connected his ear phones a few seconds later and spoke to Tony. Tony’s voice was more than a little ex- cited. His words tumbled over one an- other. “We picked up a bird in Shorty’s room,” Tony reported. “He was going through the place with a fine-tooth hd 2 oO CON) Ghook CO