The first of a spirited series of sky-aventure stories by a writing-man who has himself been a test pilot. Russ Healy’s dislike for camera-men and cameras dated from those air-seconds, six months ago, during which he had fumbled for the rip-cord of his Irving seat-pack ’chute, while tumbling down from the wreckage of the DeHaviland he had been piloting. That D.H. had been airworthy until the pilot of the camera-ship had crashed her tail assembly, five thousand feet above the earth. With all the air in the sky he had banked into the D.H., just after his camera-man had shot Al Rodger’s jump from a wing of Healy’s ship. And right then the veteran had commenced to dislike camera-ship pilots. Th…
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