“We start shooting in half an hour,” he decided. “We’ll take a chance.”
“Come on, Jane. We’ve got to work fast,” said Charlie, seizing her arm and almost pulling her after him. “Get into boots and breeches. You’re going to wear a chute. If anything should happen you’ll be ready for it.”
“But, Charlie, I’ve never used a chute,” protested Jane.
“There’s always a first time,” said Charlie darkly. “Now mind what I tell you.”
Jane hurried into the stewardess quarters where she kept her flying clothes in a locker. Miss Comstock came in while she was changing.
“What’s this I hear about you piloting one of the planes for the movie people?” she asked.
“I’m going to be a bold, bad bandit,” smiled Jane. “They’re short a flyer and can’t wait for another man to come up from Denver.”
“But don’t you think it’s rather dangerous? I don’t want to lose my star stewardess.”
“Nothing will happen,” promised Jane. “I’ll be flying Charlie’s ship and I could do that blindfolded.”
She pulled her boots on and tied a scarlet scarf around her bobbed hair. In brown boots, white breeches, a soft white silk shirt open at the neck and the flaming scarf around her hair, Jane was a striking picture.