“The chief pilot is hurt, but I don’t know how seriously,” replied Miss Comstock.
“But isn’t it dangerous for girls like you to be flying in those airplanes?” asked the farmer’s wife.
“It was tonight,” smiled Miss Comstock, “but as a rule it is as safe as riding in a railroad train and much safer than traveling in an automobile. What do you think about it, Jane?”
“I think it’s thrilling, but the crash tonight will be enough to last me for the rest of my life,” she replied.
“It will probably be the first and last one you’ll ever have. Flying is getting safer every day. You certainly had your baptism under fire the first night out.”
Winning Their Wings
The crew from the Kearney field arrived in a large truck and trailing them was an ambulance with a doctor and two nurses. The farmer joined the party and helped guide them to the shivering group on the hilltop north of the Platte.
The wreckage of the tri-motor had long since ceased to glow and the wind whined dismally through a low growth of underbrush. Sue was the first to reach the truck and Miss Comstock fairly leaped after her.