The Girl Aviators and the Phantom Airship

d the words of Simon Harding. After all, they were true; "what could he do?" Mentally, as he walked along, Roy ran over the list of his accomplishments. He

e had almost reached the end of the elm-shaded villa

rom the driver's seat of the big auto which had just rolled up beside him, the sunny cou

I've run across yo

t did," la

d w

se. "But what are you doing in town? And d

o do an erran

are acting a

t I make a

joined the lad with a

me at once. I've got an errand or two to do and then I'm dri

you––" began Roy, b

looking for an escort. I really need one. Y

boy as he climbed into the big car; "no, o

ther is going to a big dinner party to-night and I volunteered to fetch

raid of robbers

ad in front of the big car; "but just the same, I'm glad to have a nice big boy like you wi

Sandy Bay and your home, there could hardly be any risk. For

vants at home probably," respon

d pedals and brought the car to a stop against the cu

and Fanning Harding emerged, his features drawn up into what he

d passed between Fanning and Roy, though young Harding had looked astonished at beholding the other in Jess's car. Before long the girl tripped out of the building once more.

"Ten thousand dollars' worth of jewels

rigidly. She drew on her gauntlets and began fumbling with

e. "If I were with you I could almost wish somebody would try to ho

lly Hank Jones?" asked Jess, quietly. Fanning's glances, and the emphasis he threw into what he s

ing, but his eyes were downcast and he had not much more to say. Presently the auto chugg

rescott, I guess that settles you. I've never liked you, and now that I've a chance to get the upper hand o

les. Hauling out his motor-cycle from a rack in front of the bank he wheeled it into the street, and with an admiring crowd of small boy

tomobiling, and perhaps neither of the young occupants of the car noticed how fast they were going when the vehicle topped a small rise and began d

ame a shrill, lo

e a freight; there's no regular passenge

ess I'll slow down a bit till we s

ot on the brake pe

on in the speed of the car. It plunged forwar

girl grow white and faint, as the possibility of what migh

't!" she

lumn of white smoke. It was the approaching train. Now it whistled once more. That me

t's jammed or somethin

from the steering wheel. With might and main he tried to check the car. But all he did was in vain. Drops of perspirat

tugged as if he would tear his muscle out at the brake lever, but it refused to budge. A sort of desperat

! Look,-the train! W

eemed to be on the point of jumping from the car as it swayed and

osed by steepish banks with hedgerows at the top. Bu

he car two figures sprang from behind the hed

led to a certai

ght into the dark face of danger the uncontrolled car tore onward to