“Want something to eat?” said Bill.
“Of course,” they said, almost together.
Bill reached for the lunch hamper. Then something seemed to go wrong. The plane lurched. But they hadn’t struck an air pocket. It’s nose fell, and the three were almost thrown into a heap, one atop the other. The plane was going into a spin! Beyond the glass partition, Pat lay slumped over his wheel.
Something had to be done at once. And it was Hal who did it. He pushed open the glass partition, and got somehow to the pilot’s seat. With all his strength, and his excitement gave him a strength that he had never before possessed, he pulled Pat out of his seat, and pushed him through the door, where the Captain and Bob were waiting to take him. Hal slipped behind the wheel, and neutralized all controls.
Thank God, they had been flying at a high altitude. The spin wasn’t a tight one, but a loose one. Hal pushed her nose down. That was what Pat had told him, wasn’t it? Don’t try to pull her nose up. Push it down, and she’d come out of it and go into a glide. At first nothing happened. Hal was trembling, not so much with fear as with exaltation. He felt the great ship respond. They were coming out of it! They were gliding swiftly down to earth. He had her perfectly under control. Slowly he pulled her up, then, and they were flying quietly and steadily with the horizon again.
The Captain was at the door behind him. “You’re great, Hal, you’re great. You had more guts than any of us. I knew you had it in you, and you’ve showed us, Hal.”
Hal was happier than he had ever been in his life. He felt that he was master of the world now. He’d saved his pals, and now he would never have to be afraid of anything again. “How’s Pat?” he asked.
“We’re turning around. He hasn’t come to,” said the Captain. “I’m afraid he was hurt more badly than he thought.”
Hal banked and turned. It was good to feel the ship respond to him, dipping one huge wing slowly, and turning about gracefully in a great circle. If not for Pat, his happiness would have been complete.
They got Pat to the hospital, where it was found that the nasty crack on the skull had given him a slight concussion. But you couldn’t keep Pat down. It merely meant postponing that trip, not cancelling it.