CHAPTER VII
A Forced Landing in a Fog
For a second the two old friends held each other’s hand. Then some one was heard running toward them. A man appeared in the fog.
“It’s the man who looks after the field,” said Johnnie, as soon as he could distinguish the approaching figure. “I suppose he heard you land and has come to help.”
The man rushed up. “Are you all right?” he asked anxiously. “Did you get down without much damage?”
“Don’t believe I broke a thing,” said Jimmy.
“You know my plane is built with unusually strong underpinning. Let’s take a look at her.”
Johnnie’s bonfire gave them enough light to see by. Quickly they examined the plane. Nothing was wrong externally.
“Let’s take a look at the oil line,” said Jimmy. “Something went wrong with it.”
He reached into his plane and drew out his flash-light. “Hold it,” he said, shoving it into Johnnie’s hand. Then he turned and opened the cowling of his engine.