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dred feet or more. We had done it! Ray, still flying above me, was so tickled that he zoomed and side-slipped at the train until it pulled into the siding. He told me afterward that he went through hell fighting his plane while I was on the ladder. I certainly believe him, for I weigh 180 pounds and must have created a terrific resistance while we were flying in the disturbed air caused by the onrushing train. 
With the successful completion of this stunt, we returns to Los Angeles to finish the picture. It was here that I had a really close shave. Now changing from one fast-moving airplane to another in air is not an indoor sport anyway you look at it. It serves no useful purpose other than that of helping a movie producer make money. It is risky business at best and I doubt that many of us who continue at it will have many grand-children. However, to go on with the story --
It was arranged that Ray was to fly the lower ship and Clarke the upper. I was to climb out on the wing of the lower plane and, when Clarke flew over me, was to grab his wing skid and pull myself up to the higher airplane. 
We flew down over Culver City and I got out on the wing as arranged. It was very bumpy and Clarke tried to reach me with his wing tip four or five times. But every time he came within reaching distance, rough air would lift his plane or drop the plane I was on out of reach. Finally, becoming desperate, he dove straight at me and as he levelled off I reached for the strut with my right hand. Just then another bump hit us. Either it lifted the upper plane or dropped the lower, I don't know which. At any rate, before I had a chance to get a good hold, I was yanked abut ten feet in the air and then I fell. Luckily I dropped back across the rear cabane struts and as I hung. I noticed that blood was streaming from a big gash torn in the palm of my hand. 

[[3 Images: Image 1 at the top of the page shows someone jumping from a car to a low-flying plane. The caption reads: (above) an exciting moment in changing from car to plane. Image 2 shows a parachute on an open field with the caption: Making landing for spot. Image 3 in the lower left of the page shows George White in a flying suit. The caption reads: George White, former army aviator, says his ornithopter will fly. He is shown trying out the wing-flapping device - some where on the Florida east coast. ]] 

 I had caught it on a cotter pin. Ray, who had seen the whole performance, was calmly grinning at me- amused at my narrow escape. I laughed and waited for Clarke to come back and make another attempt. On the next try, he dragged his wing skid across the cabane wires on the wing and picked me off very neatly. We got a good picture and everything was all right. But I hadn't forgotten what might have happened if I hadn't been lucky enough to drop back on the cabane struts when I fell. 

We flew back to the field where my hand was dressed. Then we went up and made the second change without any mishap. But, somehow or other, the more I kept rehearsing the incident in my mind, the thought kept reoccuring "I wish I had one of those new parachutes they're trying out." 

(to be continued) 
Next month Mr. Campbell tells of his first parachute jump and how it led to his present reputation as "daredevil Campbell", world-famous 'chute jumper': Flying field owners forbade him the use of their facilities because they did not want him to be "killed on their premises." Landing in the ocean among sharks and sword-fish is an exciting incident by the author - in our December issue.