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LEAPED up from my seat. I could have sworn I felt our plane swoop to land. Right in the middle of a Nevada desert!

"Lem!" Susie May shrilled. Her little hand clutched at my arm. "Something's gone wrong with the motor! We'll be killed! I told you we should have taken a streamliner to Las Vegas to be married, instead of chartering this old banana crate of a Honeymoon Special!"

"But darling—" I began to protest mildly. I adjusted my bifocals, and bit my thumbnail uneasily.

Chartering this wild cat plane for our elopement had been strictly Susie May's idea in the first place. She insisted, when I grumbled about the added expense. She said it was much more romantic that way—even if there wasn't anybody objecting to our marriage in the least.

"Don't argue!" she cried, her dolly