Bill Barnes Air Adventurer, July 1935 — page 43: what you’re looking at

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AIR ADVENTURER They went to their rooms and were half asleep before they had removed their clothes. Bill Barnes shook his head wearily from side to side when he and Shorty were finally folding up their maps and charts. He was so tired he could scarcely keep his eyes open. But Shorty seemed to have taken a new lease on life. His eyes were bright and shining. His reflexes and coordination were per- fect. “Don’t you ever get tired?” Bill asked him, in disgust. “Tm tired all right, guy,” Shorty said. “But this trip is making a new man of me. A lot of things that have bothered me for years are going to be cleaned up. I can’t tell you just how I feel about it. Maybe that’s it. It’s something I feel. But nothing I can put inta words.” “Don’t try,” Bill said, shortly. ‘Get some sleep. I want to get the transport in shape to leave here within thirty-six hours.” “That'll give us all day to-morrow.” “We'll need it,” Bill said. “I have a hunch we’re apt to run into trouble be- fore we see Cairo. Things have been too quiet the past three days. Whoever was gunning for you must know where we are by this time. Judging by their attempt to kidnap you they’ll try to meet us on our own field—I mean, with planes. And they may come shooting.” -Vinel= Shorty — said, — cheerfully. “Nothing I’d like better.” “You've still no idea who is behind it all, or why?” Shorty shook his head. ‘Not the faintest,’ he said. “The only way I can figure it is that some one gobbled oO COMIGHoOO S CO