Then the trip was over. They drifted down to the field, the motor idling as they lost altitude. Helen sat absolutely rigid for a few seconds, wondering if the plane would land all right. The motors roared again, the nose came up and they settled to earth with little more than a bump.
Rand greeted them when they stepped out of the plane.
“Like it?” he inquired.
“You bet,” said Tom enthusiastically. “Biggest thrill I ever had.”
“How about you?” Rand asked Helen.
“I loved every minute until we started to come down,” she smiled. “Then I wondered where we were going to stop and how, but everything came out all right and I really did enjoy it.”
“Get your story in to the A.P.?” asked the flyer.
“Just as soon as I could reach a telephone,” Helen replied. “The bureau chief appeared pleased.”
“He should be,” chuckled Rand. “It seems like every place I’ve gone for the last month there’s been a reporter waiting to ask me questions about my world flight. Honestly, it got so I used to look under the bed at night for fear I might talk in my sleep and wake up in the morning to find a reporter had been hidden in my room.”
Another flyer called Rand and the famous aviator slipped away through the crowd. It was the last they were to see of him and they turned and went back to the attractions of the midway.