CHAPTER VI

The Grip of the Tempest Ted Scott was almost stunned with the suddenness of that terrific drive from behind. But as another shock came in wake of the first, he gripped the controls and righted the plane, which was rearing up like an affrighted horse. Masses of wet cloud came piling down upon the plane, enveloping it as in a shroud. The gale developed into something with the fury of a cyclone. All Ted’s craftsmanship was called into play to keep the machine on an even keel. At times it seemed to whirl completely aro…