better chase him!" said Jackson Stiles, who was always ready for adventure, "Come on, fellows, let's rush him!"
The boys darted off, all except Jim Valier, who said gallantly that he had better stay as protection for the ladies, though of course everybody knew it was only because he was too lazy to run. The girls laughed and chattered while they were gone – all except Linda, who waited nervously to find out what success they had had.
In less than three minutes, however, they had returned, shamefacedly admitting defeat.
"Maybe the fellow couldn't sprint!" announced Ralph. "I'll bet he's a track-runner – "
"Or a chicken thief!" suggested Maurice.
"Do you think he is a tramp?" inquired Miss Carlton, relieved that the man had disappeared. Tramps were so dirty, so unpleasant!
"Don't think so. Big fellow – not badly dressed, as far as we could see. Had red hair."
"Too bad we couldn't catch him," remarked Maurice, always ready with his jokes, "for his hair was bright enough to light up the plane. We wouldn't have needed our flashes."
"Might have set the 'Pursuit' on fire!" suggested Jim.
Linda frowned uneasily. The description sounded like Ted Mackay. But how did he know that she had a plane, and if he had happened to see it, why didn't he come to the house, and ask her permission to examine it? After all, it was on their own property – nobody had any right to intrude. She thought darkly of what her father had said, and hoped that there wasn't anything crooked about Ted. Why, he seemed more of a friend to her than any of these people – except of course her Aunt Emily, and Louise!
By the time they had reached the house, everybody had forgotten the incident, for Louise turned on the radio, and without consulting Linda, they all decided to dance. Ralph claimed the latter for the first waltz.
"So this will make a change in your summer plans," he said, as if the idea were not wholly to his liking.
"Yes. We're not going to Green Falls till August – maybe not then, if I don't succeed in getting a private pilot's license before that."
"But what about me?" he inquired, and the admiring look he gave her would have pleased Miss Carlton, had she noticed it.
Linda looked puzzled.
"You? Why – you'll never miss me! With all your girl friends!"
"No; I've decided I'm not going to miss you," he said, quietly. "Because I'm going to stay right here in Spring City, and learn to fly along with you!"
"What?"
"Yes. The thing fascinates me. I want a plane, too! I'm going to touch my Dad for one when I get home tonight!"
"But you've promised everybody you'll go to Green Falls!"
"So I will – August first!"
And so, much to Miss Carlton's delight, when the rest of the crowd left Spring City the following week, Ralph Clavering stayed at home with a couple of the servants, and enrolled at the same time as Linda, at the Spring City Flying School.
Chapter V
The First Lesson in Flying
Early the next morning, Linda wakened her father and hurried him through his breakfast. There wasn't a moment to be lost, she told him excitedly, like a child waiting to open her Christmas stocking. She had her car under the portico before he had finished his second cup of coffee.
"Don't drive so fast that you are killed on the way," cautioned her aunt. "Remember, dear, you have the rest of your life to fly that plane!"
But the present moment is the only time of importance to young people, and Linda scarcely took in what she was saying. Besides, the caution was unnecessary; unlike Dot Crowley and Maurice Stetson, she had too much respect for her car to mistreat it by careless driving. Linda loved her roadster as a cavalry general loves his horse.
"You want to do most of your learning on your own plane, don't you, daughter?" asked her father, as he sat down beside her. "I mean – you'd rather bring your instructor back with us, and fly it, wouldn't you?"
"Of course, if that is possible. But don't you suppose I have to go in a class with others, Daddy?"
"Probably not – for it is a small school. Besides, I can arrange for you to have private lessons. It will hurry things up for you."
"Oh, thank you, Daddy!.. But later, I want to go to a regular ground school, if you will let me." Her tone was as eager as any boy's, starting out on his life work. "And study airplane construction, and wireless – and – and – "
He smiled at her approvingly. What a girl!
"You are ambitious, my dear," he said, but there was pride in his words. "I don't see why not, though… Only, not all at once. As your Aunt Emily reminded you, you have the rest of your life."
"I can't bear to fool!" she exclaimed, impatiently. "Now that I have graduated, I want to get somewhere."
"You're bound to – unless you fly in circles," he remarked, lightly.
"I mean – oh, you know what I mean, Daddy! And you do understand, don't you?"
"Well, not exactly. You don't expect to be one of those independent girls who insist upon earning their own living, do you, dear?"
"I don't know…" Somehow, she couldn't explain. Nobody understood just what she wanted except Ted Mackay, and that was because he had the same sort of goal himself. Ted Mackay! The memory of her father's command hurt her. Must she really give up his friendship? But why? She wanted to ask her father, but he was looking off in the distance, apparently lost in his own thoughts.
So she drove the remainder of the way in silence, absorbed by her own dreams.
The field was outside of Spring City, covering an area of thirty acres, and surrounded by the white fence that was now being used so much by airports. Three large hangars, containing probably half a dozen planes, occupied one side of the field, and, near the entrance was a large building, evidently used as an office and school for the theoretical part of the courses.
"You have been here before, Linda?" asked her father, as the girl locked her car.
"Yes – a couple of times. I feel almost at home."
Scarcely were they inside the grounds, when Ted Mackay, looking huge and handsome in his flyer's suit, came out of the office building. He recognized Linda at once, and his blue eyes lighted up in a smile of welcome. Since he wore his helmet, his red hair was not visible, and Linda, glancing apprehensively at her father, knew that the latter had no idea who Ted was. But, nervous as she was over the meeting that was about to take place, she could not help feeling proud of Ted, and warmed by the frankness of his happy smile.
"Linda!" he cried. (She had called him Ted the second time she met him, so he reciprocated.) "I owe you an apology – and a confession!"
"Yes?" replied Linda, glancing fearfully at her father, though she knew that he had not yet realized who the young man was, or his expression would not have been so beneficent. "But first I want you to meet my father," she said. "Dad – this is Ted Mackay."
She was vexed at herself
