Bradbury.
"A moment," he cried. As the young officer turned, Fanning, without a word
of greeting, bellowed out:
"Ain't it against the rules for a girl to drive an aeroplane in this
contest."
"Not that I am aware of," rejoined the officer. He reached over to a stack
of pink booklets.
"Here's a book of rules. Read it."
"Hold on," cried Fanning, as the officer moved off, "I want to make a
protest I----"
"Make your protest in writing. No verbal ones will be considered," said
the officer briefly.
"But see here----"
"I've no time to talk now, Mr. Harding. Good morning," and the officer
passed on.
The crowd began to grin, and soon laughed openly. This enraged Fanning the
more. He angrily shoved his way to the outskirts where Regina was
awaiting him.
"Well?" she said, lifting her dark eyebrows.
"Well," echoed Fanning in a surly tone, "it's no go."
"No go. What do you mean?"
"I mean that there isn't anything in the rules, apparently, to prevent a
woman or a girl driving an aeroplane if she wants to."
"Come and let's see my father," suggested the girl, presently, "he'll want
to know about this. It may mean a complete change of our plans."
"You'll have to change 'em to beat the _Golden Butterfly_," muttered
Fanning; "if only those drawings hadn't been lost we'd have had that
balancer, and it looks to me as if we might need it before we get to Cape
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