“Then this bit of first aid won’t hurt you in getting a job,” grinned the co-pilot.
He ducked back into the forward compartment and a few minutes later the plane swung over the municipal airport, Chicago headquarters of the Federated Airways.
Word had been flashed around the field that the incoming plane was bringing in a sick man, and the ship was given the right of way over all other planes.
Jane and Sue were too much interested in their patient to feel the slightest discomfort as the plane landed and rolled along the concrete ramp.
Sue hurried the other passengers out and an ambulance backed up to the plane.
“I’m deeply grateful,” whispered their patient, as he was lifted from the plane to the ambulance.
A white-garbed interne waved to the driver and with its siren clearing a path, the ambulance sped away.
Jane smiled at her companion.
“I wonder who he was? I forgot to ask his name.”
“I was too busy to think about that,” confessed Sue. “Perhaps we’ll see him again if we are fortunate enough to secure positions on the air line.”