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Our Young Aeroplane Scouts in Russia Lost on the Frozen Steppes
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Title: Our Young Aeroplane Scouts in Russia
Lost on the Frozen Steppes
Author: Horace Porter
Release Date: June 16, 2014 [eBook #46007]
Language: English
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THE GREAT AIRSHIP WAS GOING A MILE A MINUTE, FOLLOWING THE WATER LINE BETWEEN THE TWO CONTINENTS.
OUR YOUNG AEROPLANE SCOUTS IN RUSSIA.
CHAPTER I.
THE SIGN OF THE THUMB.
“Well, my young skyscrapers, I hear that you were lost in Petrograd, but the special messengers tell me that if anything else was lost it was not time on the way back.”
The aviation chief in Warsaw had this greeting for Our Young Aeroplane Scouts, Billy Barry, U. S. A., and his chum Henri Trouville, when the young airmen completed an interview with Colonel Malinkoff, the officer who had selected them as pilots for the dispatch-bearing aerial trip to the Russian capital.
“Maybe you think we are like bad pennies—always sure to turn up,” laughed Billy. “But, believe me,” continued the boy, “it was no merry jest to us when the strange streets seemed to have no end, and we knew that we were counted upon to pull out by daylight.”
“I can’t figure, upon my life, why you tried to foot it alone; at night, too, in a city like that.”
The aviation chief had another think coming to him, if he imagined for a minute that he was going to hear the real