CHAPTER VII

A CLOSE SHAVE Desperately, Ted Scott swerved to left and right, up and down. But by the seeming malignity of fate the efforts of the other pilot seemed to be copied after his own. Then out of the darkness came a blacker mass, rushing on with the force of a catapult. It was coming directly head on! Quick as lightning, Ted swerved to the right. The other plane zoomed by so close that it almost touched. In the wake left by its passage the _Silver Streak_ was tossed about like a chip and Ted had all he could do to righ…