Bill Barnes Air Adventurer, July 1935 — page 91: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

oe ee a me ee ee ee Sr nr es ee, ee ee He nosed the blazing plane downward on a long glide, choking as he clung to the controls. Far behind, two billowing parachutes—— AIR ALIBI A story of airway robbery that will thrill you all the way KIP” DAVIS moved restlessly in his wicker pilot’s chair. Dim lights from the instrument board were dancing pit points in his narrowed eyes. Unobtrusively he glanced at Sime Nunn, his co-pilot, dozing in the dual-control seat beside him. _ An uncanny feeling that Sime’s little, sly eyes had been furtively watching him swept over Skip. Soundlessly he by Frank Piazzi whistled, staring into the inky darkness that shrouded the big mail biplane as it droned serenely on through the night. In his racket, Skip reminded himself grimly, one never knew what kind of hell to expect next. As usual, the thought cheered him and he almost grinned. Danger, the kind that promised unexpected adventure, hazardous peril, was as meat and drink CoOnmicloo CO