“When they stopped at Chicago, she was under great tension, eyes constantly roving the field and striving to appear unconcerned at the same time. That she labored under a heavy nerve strain was very apparent when they took off once more and she sank back into her seat, exhausted. After that Johnny watched her intently from his seat across the cabin, letting Irish do most of the flying on the excuse that he, Johnny, was going to attempt some night shots of the vast forest fire which stretched alo...ng half a mountain range and imperiled—so the radio said—some five thousand lives if the wind changed. But that would all take care of itself in due time, and it would be soon enough for him to start worrying about saving their necks and getting the pictures at the same time. He watched the girl, pretending to sleep, so that she would not again mask her real self. He was taken, now that he studied her, with the delicacy of her features and the smallness of her hands. Her honey-gold hair was delightfully real—and Johnny knew henna when he saw it and appreciated not seeing it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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