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slowed. The policemen came across and spoke to our pilot.
They moved away to the fire engine, and at last the police
and firemen moved off A repair car raced along, jacked up
the plane in which we were sitting, removed the offending
wheel-and raced off. For two hours we sat there waiting

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for the wheel to be returned to us. At last the wheel was
on, the pilot started his engines again, and we took off. Off
we flew, over the Alleghany range, headed first for Pittsburg.
Right over the mountains the fuel gauge-right in front of
me-dropped to zero and started knocking against the stop.
The pilot seemed blandly unaware of it. I pointed it out
and he said, in a whisper, "Ah, sure, we can always go
down!" Minutes after we came to a level space in the
mountains, a space where many light planes were parked.
The pilot circled once, and landed, taxiing along to the
petrol pumps. We stopped just long enough to have the
plane refuelled, and then off again from the snow-covered,
frozen runway. Deep banks of snow lined the sides, great
drifts were in the valleys. A short flight, and we were over
Pittsburg. We were sick of traveling, stiff and weary. Only
the Lady Ku'ei was alert, she sat and looked out of a win-
dow and appeared pleas