Apparently they were all ready to make the jump-off, the amphibian having been taxied to the head of the runway where a simple slant would help give her “gangway,” as Perk often called it.
Just then Bart Hicks came up and shoved a bit of paper into the pocket of Jack’s leather flying coat.
“Just take a squint at that when you find time, brother,” he remarked and held out his hand for a parting grip. “Shake hands, Jack, and here’s wishing you all the luck going in your present job as well as in all others they put on your shoulders—you too, Perk old hoss.”
There was something a bit mysterious about the way Bart Hicks said that, and Perk had it on the tip of his tongue to demand an explanation but since the pilot just then drew back the stick and the motor commenced to roar as the amphibian started down the slant, he had to take it out in a goodbye wave of his hand and let it go at that.
They rose like a bird long before the termination of the runway had been reached for those sloping wing-tips were fashioned so as to make it easy to take off successfully in one-third the distance formerly deemed necessary for a ship with a powerful enough set of motors to lift a heavy weight and get away with it.
Looking back, Suzanne could see the little bunch that had seen their takeoff, including some mechanics and field hands as well as Bart Hicks, Mr. Cushman and his wife. They were all waving their hands wildly and possibly giving tongue in the bargain, although the noise prevented her from making sure of this. She answered their salutes with her little pocket handkerchief and then wiped her eyes as though the long repressed tears just would break through her guard, and run down her pretty cheeks.
They were now fully launched on another day’s weary though eager search, with no one being qualified to prophesy what the outcome of the new flight would be. Jack had mapped out in his mind the country over which he meant to fly with little save his own conception to assist him.
One thing was sure, when they had covered a stretch of several miles in a straight run, it could be set down as certain nothing had missed their close attention and that there would be no necessity for returning over the same ground again. This was a fight to a finish and a clean-up as they went along, so Jack kept hugging that tiny hope to his heart and wondered what the eventual outcome of the adventure would prove to be. As yet it was a toss-up, as far as he could see.
XXV
THE NEVER SAY DIE SPIRIT
“Hot ziggetty dog! all set now for another long spin, combin’ the country as we go along, eh partner?”