“Why! That is good charm, boy! You worry about ghost wings.”
He made a clutching motion of fingers and thumb, as though wielding a pair of scissors.
“You see ghost wings! I make charm to clip ghost wing!”
Garry, puzzled, stared; but the man tapped on the table, a slim, dark youth entered. Ti-O-Ga said “Goodbye” and before he could muster any comment, Garry was ushered to the car, the young Indian took the wheel and, fingering his pouch, tucked inside his clothes, Garry rode away.
“A charm,” he muttered, “a charm—to clip ghost wings! Hope it works!”
[1]. While the name is necessarily changed, there lives, in the Hudson River valley an aged Indian “medicine man” whose herbal remedies and other curative methods are famous over a wide area: his “magic” is less widely known, but is in line with the possession of certain secrets of Nature and of mental ability of a high order and amazed the youth by his businesslike and plainly successful methods.
CHAPTER XI
THE CHARM SEEMS TO WORK
When Don and Garry, leaving the pilot to mend his bones and recuperate in the farmhouse, brought the mail down, they found Chick fairly bursting with his adventures.
His story had other interested listeners besides the youthful pilot and Garry. Doc Morgan sat beside Don, Toby Tew occupied a chair by the designing room table, and the airport owner, Bruce McLeod, shared a wall bench with the control room operator, a close-mouthed, black-eyed man who was none too well-liked by the personnel of the new venture.