ss service is to become effective
June 10th, you understand that we have much to do for I am counting on
you girls making a fine record on the line."

As Miss Comstock finished speaking, a huge tri-motor rolled up on the
ramp and Charlie Fischer stuck his head out to look for his passengers.

"Our plane is waiting. We'll have a late lunch in Omaha," said Miss
Comstock. "I suggest that on the way down you girls introduce
yourselves to one another."

With the chief stewardess leading the way, the girls trooped
downstairs. Just ahead of Jane and Sue were two girls about their own
age.

They turned around and introduced themselves. The taller one was Grace
Huston while the shorter one, a red-head, was Alice Blair.

"We took our training here in the county hospital," said Grace. "Are
you from Chicago?"

"No," replied Jane. "We flew in from University City this morning. We
graduated just last night from the training school at Good Samaritan
there."

"Well, that's certainly fast work," smiled Alice. "In less than
twenty-four hours you're starting on a new career."

"Twenty-four hours ago we didn't have any idea what we would be doing,"
confessed Sue.

"I'm excited about this position," said Grace. "Think of the thrill of
flying day and night through all kinds of weather!"

"I've thought all about it," replied her companion, "and it may be too
thrilling once in a while, but it's a job and a good paying one. How do
you like the uniforms?"

"They're fascinating," said Jane. "I can hardly wait until they are
delivered at Cheyenne."

"Which reminds me," put in Alice, "that I'd like to know what Cheyenne
is like."

Her question went unanswered for they had reached the tri-motor and
Miss Comstock hurried her charges inside. Jane and Sue were fortunate
to find a double seat and Grace and Alice sat directly behind them. The
last of the girls' baggage was placed aboard and the cabin door closed
and locked. The big ship trembled as Charlie Fischer opened the
throttle. Then it rolled smoothly down the ramp.

Other planes were being wheeled from their hangars and made ready for
the overnight runs. The great airport was almost at the height of its
daily rush.

Jane, next to the window, saw the dispatcher in his tower signal their
pilot to go ahead.

The motors roared lustily and the plane shot down the long runway,
lifted smoothly into the air, and started westward, boring into the
setting sun in a slow climb.

Chic