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THREE:"Well?" she said peremptorily.Tommys a good pilot, Jeff admitted. WellIll be on my way. See you at the next air Derby! Jeff grinned at his joke and walked on.
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THREE:The rend and crash, the tear of metal, wood and fabric as the craft dashed against a tree, was followed by a shrill scream from the stewardess.[469]
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THREE:Certainly they could. Sandy was earnest. If the Captain ordered that they be kept for his special useand if he drank lime juice. Come on, lets ask him. They followed Sandy to the bridge.
THREE:DR. JOHNSON VIEWING THE SCENE OF SOME OF THE "NO POPERY" RIOTS. (See p. 268.)
THREE:From their cockpits Sandy and Dick watched the hydroplane. At cruising speed their airplane made nearly three miles to the hydroplanes one. Its mysterious occupant must know that they were trailing him, but he held to a straight course so that his lights were never in a different place as their craft above swung to show its observers the red and then the green.