y and get me a job as an extra," urged Jane.

"I'll do my best, but the star might object."

When Jane returned from Chicago a part of the technical crew had
arrived and equipment was being set up at the field. Every girl in the
stewardess corps was hopeful that she might be selected for some extra
role for all of them secretly cherished the desire to be a film star.

Grace, coming in from the west on a late plane, rushed in and woke
them.

"Who do you suppose came in with me?" she gasped.

"Probably Gary Macklin," said Sue, naming the latest Hollywood
favorite.

"Good guess," said Grace.

"Do you mean Gary Macklin is going to have the leading role in the
picture here?" demanded Alice, now thoroughly awake.

"That's just what I mean, and his leading lady is going to be Claudette
Barrett. She came in on the same plane."

"My favorite combination," breathed Sue. "I think I'll ask for a leave
of absence."

"Not much chance of your getting that, for business on the line is
picking up every day," said Jane.

"You should comment, with only one trip scheduled next week. How about
trading schedules?"

"I should say not. I'm just as anxious as you are to see how a film is
made," smiled Jane.

"Does anyone know what the story is about?" Alice asked.

"I heard Mr. Macklin and Miss Barrett talking about it when we stopped
at Rock Springs. Miss Barrett is going to have the role of a stewardess
and Mr. Macklin plays the part of the ace pilot of the line."

"Charlie Fischer should have that role," put in Sue.

"Charlie's going to do the stunt flying," said Jane.

"If Miss Barrett's going to be a stewardess, we ought to see quite a
bit of her," Alice said hopefully. "If there's anything dangerous to be
done, we might even get a chance to double for her."

More members of the cast of "The Sky Riders," as the film was
tentatively titled, arrived over the week-end and on Monday morning the
company was ready to start shooting the scenes.

The Cheyenne airport had been given a thorough cleaning and everything
from fences and lights around the border to the wind sock on the beacon
tower had been touched up.

Jane, due out on the _Coast to Coast_, watched the company assembling.
Roscoe James, the director, was a giant of a man, well over six feet in
height and broad of shoulder.

A taxi rolled up and Claudette Barrett, the leading woman, stepped out.
She was a trifle taller than Jane, with brown hair and brown eyes,