Irwin R. Franklyn

Summary

Irwin R. Franklyn Flight: An Epic of the Air

Unable to control her emotions any longer, Elinor gave full vent to her feelings and broke down, sobbing as if every one of Lefty’s words had been an arrow, piercing straight through to her heart.
Instinctively, he drew close to her, dropping his cruel mask of pretension for one brief moment.
“What are you crying for, baby!” he asked, gently, allowing his hand to stroke her hair. “You’ve got nothing to feel bad about, dear! You should shout for joy because Panama loves you. He’ll make you the happiest girl in the world.
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Irwin R. Franklyn Flight: An Epic of the Air

A week had passed without a single sign of Lefty, Steve or the missing plane.
Every pilot had taken a hand in the search for the lost Marines but each in turn finally gave up the hunt in despair as a hopeless task.
The only man who remained on the blind trail without a single lead was Panama, who, with silent doggedness, flew over the jungle, through swamp lands and across mountain tops night and day, grimly determined to bring back his men dead or alive.
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Irwin R. Franklyn Flight: An Epic of the Air

As he gazed into her tear-filled, pleading eyes, he was afraid to trust himself, and struggled to bring Panama back as the chief topic of conversation, increasing his fervent ardor with the escape of each word from his lips.
“Don’t you understand, dear? He loves you! That’s why I am here to speak for him because he can’t! He worships the very ground you walk upon, lives only for the realization of his dream to marry you. Will you——”
“Please, Lefty—don’t say it!” she cried in a voice gripped with terror.
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