Like Linda, Amy was in high spirits, and she thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful flight over the water. It was lovely and cool in the sky, so different from the hot atmosphere below. Linda watched her compass carefully and reached Milwaukee without any deviation.
Looking about cautiously, to make sure that none of the other planes was making a landing at the same time, she brought her “Ladybug” down on the runway and climbed out.
A smiling mechanic came towards her, congratulating her upon her success thus far, and handing her a typewritten message.
“Fly to Columbus airport,” she read. “And there receive further directions.”
“How far is Columbus?” she asked the mechanic. “Fifty miles?”
“A little over, perhaps. Want an inspection, or some gas?”
Linda glanced at the indicator. “I don’t believe so,” she answered. Then, turning to her companion, she asked, “Are you hungry, Amy?”
“No! No!” cried the girl. “Let’s not take the time to eat. Let’s have a drink of water, and get on our way. We just have to win!”
Linda smiled and nodded in agreement, and the mechanic brought them some water.
“Have you any news of the other flyers in our race?” she asked him. “How many have been here so far?”