“So you want me to go back?” asked Terry. “Is that it?”
“No, I don’t want you to go back! I want you here!” replied the boy.
Terry was quiet for a long time, she was thinking hard. Again she stood where duty called. She had to choose between her own pleasure and her duty to those she loved. There was a fierce struggle in the girl’s soul. Why did she always have to give up her own desires?
Suddenly she rose and held out her hand to Allan. “I’m starting home in the morning,” she said simply.
Allan looked troubled. “But Terry, your trip to the Land of the Incas! Your hunt for treasure!”
“Oh, that's nothing. That can wait!” she said with a laugh.
Even Allan did not realize how great had been that inward fight. Terry wanted to get away from all the problems of the flying field, the conflict and jealousy of Joe Arnold and Bud Hyslop. She wanted a month of freedom, just flying around and enjoying herself without any thought of duty or business details. She wanted to fly for her own pleasure.
The next morning she was on her way north. She circled her plane high up into the clear air. Ten thousand feet above the earth she could forget the problems of life. She could dream undisturbed for Prim always knew when to keep quiet.
But little did Terry dream that in the Land of the Incas, the Girl Flyers would endure many hardships, face grave dangers and many times would escape with their lives only by a hair’s breadth.
THE END