"Are you hurt, Jane?" she asked anxiously.

"Just scared a little," confessed Jane, who now felt trembly all over.

"I was so afraid you weren't going to jump in time," said the chief
stewardess. "I'm about ready to go to the hospital myself."

Just then Charlie Fischer pan-caked in for a quick landing, leaped from
his plane and ran toward them.

"All right, Jane?" he asked.

"Yes, but your plane's a wreck," she replied, pointing beyond the north
boundary of the field where flames were licking around the remains of
the biplane.

"Forget about the plane," growled Charlie, "just as long as you came
out all right."

Jane entered the field car and Miss Comstock accompanied her, the
mechanics remaining to fold up the parachute. While on their way back
to the administration building, the camera plane landed. As soon as it
reached the hangar, the director leaped out and hurried toward Jane.

Before he could reach her, Charlie, who had taxied his plane across the
field, cut in. He was raging mad at the slip-shod work of the movie men
who had made the installation of the smoke pot in the ship Jane had
flown.

"You ought to be kicked clear off the field," he shouted at the
director. "There wasn't any danger in the stunt until we had to depend
on the work of some of your men and then everything went wrong. I've a
good notion to sock somebody."

"It was a regrettable accident," admitted the director, attempting to
placate the angry Charlie, "and the company is willing to pay Miss
Cameron handsomely for her work."

"Fat lot of good that would have done her if she hadn't got down all
right," snorted Charlie.

"I'm very sorry the smoke pot set the plane on fire," said the director
turning to Jane. "As you know I was hesitant about having you fly at
all."

"I don't blame you for the accident," replied Jane. "We did so much
twisting and turning up there that the smoke pot was probably
dislodged. I hope it didn't spoil your film."

The director smiled. "I think we've probably the best airplane shots
ever made for the cameramen were able to follow your ship until it
crashed. Of course we'll have to cut a few feet where you jumped, but
that can be done very easily."

Jane's work was over and she wanted to get away and be alone for a
time. Perhaps she'd even cry a little for the tension had been
terrific. She slipped away and went to Mrs. Murphy's where she
undressed, took a refreshing bath, and went to bed. It was e