CHAPTER III

A Forced Landing The truth came to Ted Scott like a lightning flash. His comrades at the flying field had been so engrossed in begging him not to undertake the trip that they had not been as careful as usual in filling the tank. They had shut off the supply sooner than they should have done, with the consequence that now he was nearly out of gas. Ted’s cheeks paled as he realized all that was meant by that nearly empty tank. It was no longer a matter of choosing his landing. He _must_ get down at once. He tapped th…