The Ghost of Mystery Airport

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t who had asked the question, answ

cockpit biplane, his thirteen-year-

t down his throttle. Chick raised his voi

the contr

d begin to look shimmery-the first sign of the ghost, accordi

Chick began to plead. "C-can't you-Scott

in, dead-stick, to the best landing we can." There was no regret

et the wings torn in the grass." He added quickly, "or you may get our pontoons bogged-" As the airport searchlight made a clo

laugh of amusement at Chickering Brown's fears, found ad

tre that always appears in the cloud

ey glided, high

ld Duncan, fifteen-year-old student-pilot and assista

k's own fault. He was so interested in the m

fears-light. "Why don't you throw over a landing f

t," as they had nicknamed him, made many test flights for the American branch of a foreign seaplane manufacturer; of late, since an airport had been inaugurated

tling, Chick, my boy! I've heard that g

ravery, had so insistently begged to be one of the "spook trappers," that Chick's terror i

g blue-prints in the plant of an Italian aircraft building company when Scott, its test pilot, had come quietly into the blue-p

es. Chick had caught a hint of something secretive about Scott; it had fired his ready imagination and he had be

ng to Chick, because he's pretty young-" at once Chick had denied the insinuation, "-all right, Chick," Scott had c

eness the test pilot had suggested that he wanted t

ness with that story. The next one to see 'it' must have caught the scare and had an overdose of imaginittis. But it has gotten into the newspapers and they call the new airport 'Mystery Airport.' It's ruining b

n, which required that with Scott the two youths would fly, that night, inviting the appearance of the ghostly, or human apparition, at which time Scott felt confident that he could ru

e-place ship had reached the vicinity of the swamps adjacent to the airport but not yet drained and prepared for filling in. Eventually the greater part of the swamps would be changed into good ground. Engineers were already preparing to dr

ction plant and seaplane base which had existed before the airport project in combin

rface of a wide sheet of enclosed, shallow water, let the amphibian craft, which could make either

lent except for the plash of a leaping fish or the cry of a gull seeking a belated dinner, "I

dmitted Garry. "L

ort manager, which his seventeen-year-old nephew had secured for the evening. "Now, Don is as good an amateur pilot as you'll find; but he lacks stunting experience. He will come h

der his breath. "If Mr. Spectr

uds, we set off a red flare. If 'it' takes off from the ground, we give you a green Verey signal and you'll be able to catch a

's what I h

g it isn't a

"I'd sort of like to have it turn out that way. Why? Because I never

you out of your t

eally do exist, can't hurt you. It's only your fe

y night sky. "Well, there's one! Go up

errify Chick; but he becam

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