“Not yet. I think today is the first on which Mr. Speidel is to have interviews with candidates.”
“Is he nice?” persisted Sue.
“He’s not half bad and I’m certainly going to give both of you the best possible recommendation. Have either of you flown much before?”
“This was our first trip,” said Jane.
Charlie Fischer whistled softly. “Well, you certainly are a cool pair. I hope you’re assigned to my crew.”
They finished breakfast and the chief pilot walked with them to the near-by administration building.
The field was roaring with activity. Planes were at the ramp being loaded with mail and express, ready for swift dashes to almost every point of the compass. Passengers were saying hasty farewells to friends, and porters, laden with baggage, hurried from taxis to the planes. It was a fascinating picture and Jane knew that she would thoroughly enjoy being a part of it.
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