The Boy Scouts of the Air in Indian Land

Boy Scouts of the Air Books

BY GORDON STUART

Illustrated by Norman P. Hall

The Reilly & Britton Co.
Chicago

COPYRIGHT, 1912
By THE REILLY & BRITTON CO.

THE BOY SCOUTS OF THE AIR IN INDIAN LAND

They crept, wriggled and crawled toward the machine. The air was stifling and they could hardly breathe, but, groping in the smoke and darkness, Carl finally got his hands on the truck.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. A Ride and a Runaway
CHAPTER II. The Destroyer
CHAPTER III. The Legend of the Thunder Bird
CHAPTER IV. An Aviator Appears
CHAPTER V. At the B. P. Ranch
CHAPTER VI. Winning an Aeroplane
CHAPTER VII. In the Mountains
CHAPTER VIII. The Storm
CHAPTER IX. A Strange Meeting
CHAPTER X. The Patrol Becomes a Fact
CHAPTER XI. A Surprise for Mr. Phipps
CHAPTER XII. The Thunder Bird Attacks
CHAPTER XIII. At Work on the Aeroplane
CHAPTER XIV. The Fire
CHAPTER XV. Repairing the Plane
CHAPTER XVI. The First Flight
CHAPTER XVII. In Sight of the Enemy
CHAPTER XVIII. Success at Last
CHAPTER XIX. Jumping a Peak

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They crept, wriggled and crawled toward the machine. The air was stifling and they could hardly breathe, but, groping in the smoke and darkness, Carl finally got his hands on the truck.

"Now, scouts," said Mr. Hawke, amused at their excited exclamations, "we'll put this together, and I'll show you the model of the 'Thunder Bird Aeroplane.'"

Carl stopped short. In front of him stood a tall, stately, blanketed Indian. His whole face was hideously painted in various colors, and his countenance was set and expressionless.

The struggle promised to be a long and hard one if Carl were left to fight it alone. But this the other boys did not propose to allow, and they immediately began to cross on the rope ladder.

Boy Scouts of the Air In Indian Land

CHAPTER I

A RIDE AND A RUNAWAY

"There she comes," exclaimed a boy, one of a crowd awaiting the evening train in the hot little box of a depot at Silver City, New Mexico. A speck of yellow had suddenly appeared far down the light, worn rails to the east. Fifty loungers moved forward. The evening train was coming at last.

"If mother don't look out," added the speaker, who was a tall, slender young chap with strikingly black hair and eyes, "she'll miss the train an' the folks that are coming. Mother seems to like to be late—always."

"Don't get excited, Jerry," broke in a second boy, this one with big shoulders, a square determined face with a winning smile, and, his chief characteristic, a big mop of yellow hair. "I think Ike and your mother are coming right now."

While the headlight was yet only a growing star on the far-away plain, a military hack, drawn by two nervous horses in charge of a colored soldier in uniform, dashed up to the now lively depot in a cloud of dust.

Those awaiting the arrival of the train made a fair picture of the people living in that part of the half-desert Southwest. There were miners, soldiers, sheepmen, freighters, loafers not easily classified, and the usual mixture of Mexicans and civilized Indians. The arrival of the train meant little to any of these except that it brought the daily mail,