Summary

Ambrose Newcomb Wings Over the Rockies; Or, Jack Ralston's New Cloud Chaser

Jack again summoned his courage to the fore and went on to ask the crucial question:
“This girl, sir, is the sweetheart of Buddy Warner, whose strange disappearance has thrilled the entire nation—have pity, and relieve her dreadful suspense—is he alive?”
Another nod, and in the affirmative, accompanied by a ghost of a smile. Then came the words that would ring in Jack’s ears for many a moon:
“Alive, and with a good chance for recovery, I am glad——”
“Quick! catch her, Perk!” yelled Jack as he felt the girl falling in a dead faint from the reaction.
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Ambrose Newcomb Wings Over the Rockies; Or, Jack Ralston's New Cloud Chaser

Perk may not have noticed it, but more than few times his chum’s covering would move just a trifle, allowing him to peep out and on each occasion Jack would chuckle as if vastly entertained, after which it was sleep again for him.
Midnight came and went.
Stars shone down upon the lonesome camp, gradually wheeling westward until each in turn passed beyond the lofty rim of the canyon walls while others climbed the eastern heavens to take their turn at peeping and eventually follow the track of those who were by that time doubtless setting beyond the genuine western horizon.
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Ambrose Newcomb Wings Over the Rockies; Or, Jack Ralston's New Cloud Chaser

Rocks—deep gullies that seem to have no bottom—peaks with slithering points that look like the savage steel tips of spearheads—the worst territory for a poor devil of an air pilot to crash in or have to make a forced landing that you could run across in a hundred square miles. I’d say there wasn’t over one chance in a thousand that the lad could get to the ground alive and even granted that he did, wounded as he must be, he never in the wide world would be able to find his way out of that hole.
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