a little bugaboo of fear," she grinned. "I knew if
I didn't conquer it all by myself, I'd never be able to do it. Now I'll
never be afraid to fly anywhere and anytime."

Jane thought that statement was a little bold, but she hoped it was
true.

Keeping to the right of the broad Platte, they sped westward with the
speed indicator wavering between 115 and 120 miles an hour for there
was only a slight head wind dropping down from the far-away Rockies.

North Platte appeared ahead and Jane consulted the map of their route.
North Platte was a regular passenger stop, but they were running as a
special, and the plane dropped over the southwestern Nebraska city.
Here the Platte forked, one branch swinging northwest while the South
Platte continued almost straight west.

The shining steel of the Union Pacific rails caught the sunlight far
below and Jane saw the smoky plume of a transcontinental limited
threading its way westward. The plane soon overhauled the train and
left it far behind. They were too high for any of the girls to wave.
The country became rougher, more desolate, and the few farms looked
drear and beaten down by the buffeting of the elements.

They passed north of Sidney and not long afterward Jane knew they were
in Wyoming.

It was just north of Pine Bluffs that Jane got her first glimpse of the
Rockies. The air was clear and the visibility excellent. Far away to
the west and south she saw the snowy summit of what she was later to
know as Long's Peak and other lesser mountains reared their heads into
view.

Jane touched Sue's arm, and called her attention to the beauty of the
distant scene. Together they watched, breathlessly, the great vista of
the mountains.

It was not long after that until a good-sized city came into view to
their left and Jane, looking at the altimeter, knew the plane was
nosing down. This, then, must be Cheyenne, the chief operating base for
Federated Airways' transcontinental line and the city which was to be
the headquarters of the stewardess service.

The tri-motor swung over the sprawling, one-time pioneer city and
dropped down on the airport, which was a little more than a mile north
of the city.

Jane was astounded by the size of the field and the largeness of the
hangars which flanked the side nearest Cheyenne. At first glance it
seemed almost as large as the field at Chicago.

They rolled into an immense hangar, behind which towered the brick
building which housed th