Skyrider

       Table of Contents

       Chapter One. A Poet Without Honor

       Chapter Two. One Fight, Two Quarrels, and a Riddle

       Chapter Three. Johnny Goes Gaily Enough to Sinkhole

       Chapter Four. A Thing That Sets like a Hawk

       Chapter Five. Desert Glimpses

       Chapter Six. Salvage

       Chapter Seven. Finder, Keeper

       Chapter Eight. Over the Telephone

       Chapter Nine. A Midnight Ride

       Chapter Ten. Signs, And No One to Read Them

       Chapter Eleven. Thieves Ride Boldly

       Chapter Twelve. Johnny's Amazing Run of Luck Still Holds its Pace

       Chapter Thirteen. Mary V Confronts Johnny

       Chapter Fourteen. Johnny Would Serve Two Masters

       Chapter Fifteen. The Fire that Made the Smoke

       Chapter Sixteen. Let's Go

       Chapter Seventeen. A Rider of the Sky

       Chapter Eighteen. Flying Comes High

       Chapter Nineteen. "We Fly South"

       Chapter Twenty. Men Are Stupid

       Chapter Twenty-One. Mary V Will not be Bluffed

       Chapter Twenty-Two. Luck Turns Traitor

       Chapter Twenty-Three. Dreams and Darkness

       Chapter Twenty-Four. Johnny's Dilemma

       Chapter Twenty-Five. Skyrider "Has Flew"!

Chapter One. A Poet Without Honor

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      Before I die, I'll ride the sky;

       I'll part the clouds like foam.

       I'll brand each star with the Rolling R,

       And lead the Great Bear home.

      I'll circle Mars to beat the cars,

       On Venus I will call.

       If she greets me fair as I ride the air,

       To meet her I will stall.

      I'll circle high—as if passing by—

       Then volplane, bank, and land.

       Then if she'll smile I'll stop awhile,

       And kiss her snow-white hand.

      To toast her health and wish her wealth

       I'll drink the Dipper dry.

       Then say, "Hop in, and we'll take a spin,

       For I'm a rider of the sky."

      Through the clouds we'll float in my airplane boat—

      Mary V flipped the rough paper over with so little tenderness that a corner tore in her fingers, but the next page was blank. She made a sound suspiciously like a snort, and threw the tablet down on the littered table of the bunk house. After all, what did she care where they floated—Venus and Johnny Jewel? Riding the sky with Venus when he knew very well that his place was out in the big corral, riding some of those broom-tail bronks that he was being paid a salary—a good salary—for breaking! Mary V thought that her father ought to be told about the way Johnny was spending all his time—writing silly poetry about Venus. It was the first she had ever known about his being a poet. Though it was pretty punk, in Mary V's opinion. She was glad and thankful that Johnny had refrained from writing any such doggerel about her. That would have been perfectly intolerable. That he should write poetry at all was intolerable. The more she thought of it, the more intolerable it became.

      Just for punishment, and as a subtle way of letting him know what she thought of him and his idiotic jingle, she picked up the tablet, found the pencil Johnny had used, and did a little poetizing herself. She could have rhymed it much better, of course, if she had condescended to give any thought whatever to the matter, which she did not. Condescension went far enough when she stooped to reprove the idiot by finishing the verse that he had failed to finish, because he had already overtaxed his poor little brain.

      Stooping, then, to reprove, and flout, and ridicule, Mary V finished the verse so that it read thus:

      "Through