Jane watched the biplane closely as it neared the ground. It struck, nose first and then disappeared in a volcano of smoke and flame.
Jane closed her eyes and when she opened them she had drifted past the scene of the wrecked plane and was coming down over the north boundary of the airport. A car from the main building was racing toward her. Jane recognized the ambulance trailing after it. They were taking no chances.
She tried to relax as the chute neared the ground. She knew that tense muscles might result in a broken bone for landing in a parachute was anything but a lark.
Three field mechanics jumped from the car and ran to catch Jane as she landed. One of them managed to reach her in time to ease the shock of the fall, but she got a severe jar.
They helped Jane out of the chute harness and she stepped clear just as Miss Comstock arrived aboard the ambulance.
“Are you hurt, Jane?” she asked anxiously.
“Just scared a little,” confessed Jane, who now felt trembly all over.
“I was so afraid you weren’t going to jump in time,” said the chief stewardess. “I’m about ready to go to the hospital myself.”
Just then Charlie Fischer pan-caked in for a quick landing, leaped from his plane and ran toward them.
“All right, Jane?” he asked.