THE GIRL AVIATORS ON GOLDEN WINGS

By Margaret Burnham





CHAPTER I

THE GREAT ALKALI


"And so this is the great Nevada desert!"

Peggy Prescott wrinkled her nose rather disdainfully as she gazed
from the open window of the car out over the white, glittering
expanse--dotted here and there with gloomy-looking clumps of sage
brush--through which they had been traveling for some little time
past.

"This is it," nodded her brother Roy; "what do you think of it,
sis?"

"Um--er, I shall have to wait a while before I answer that,"
rejoined Peggy judicially.

"Well, here's Jimsy; let's ask him," cried Roy, as a lad of his own
age, accompanied by a slender, graceful girl, came down the aisle of
the car and approached the section in which the two young Prescotts