CHAPTER XXI

THE ROCKET’S GLARE Ted Scott was reduced now to flying wholly by his instruments. He made no reply to Ed’s remark, for all his attention was fixed on the board in front of him. “You think you can find your way all right in this fog!” queried Rockridge, a quaver in his voice. “I think so,” replied Ted. “I’ve done it many a time before. We can’t hit anything at the height we’re flying. And there’s no other plane flying over the ocean that can come in collision with us.” “Nice to have a ‘back seat driver’ trying to ru…