There came another whirl. He caught his breath and tried to think clearly. It was a monstrous experience; he could not think of it in any other way.
“Can’t last long—wonder we haven’t hit the water before this. Must have been mighty high up.”
To his surprise and great relief, the plane again righted herself. This time, half on her side, she lay upon the air like a crippled bird poising for its death plunge.
His lips were at the tube.
“What you going to do?” he shouted above the roar of the wind.
“Going—to—get—out—of—here,” came back.
“Can—you?”
“Can—try. Look—out. Start—engine. May—take—tailspin. Can’t—be—worse,—though.”
The next instant there came the thunder of the powerful motor.
“Thank God! Dust’s dry,” Pant muttered as he tried to straighten up his tilted car.