- Shopping Bag ( 0 items )
That plane would crash. Its single engine spurted. It sounded as if it couldn't stay up a moment longer. Michael shielded his eyes against the sunset's orange light. He could see the Curtiss Jenny's bi-wings; the wooden struts with the crisscrossing wires that held their fabric skins in place, all dark shadows against a glittering sky. The Jenny started to turn over his camp. Michael had seen it before. The fool would crash and catch the prairie grass on fire. He waved, his mind whirling.
"Down, you idiot! Set her down while you still have some time!"
The plane began to drop in an attempt to land as if her fool pilot had actually heard him. Michael ran in an effort to clear himself from the Jenny's path.