"I sure would like to make that record breaking flight and win that prize money" stated Ted Scott, hero to untold millions.

"Please let me write you a check to finance your new plane" responded Ted's loyal friend, rich young businessman, Walter Hapworth.

"Oh but you must let me pay half" protested Paul Monet, a rich Frenchman whose life Ted had once saved.

"Oh Ted, I just know something terrible will happen" blubbered Ted's aged, care-worn foster mother, Charity Browning.

"Don't worry Ma, I guess the Lord is the Lord of the air as well as the ground" consoled her husband, the ever credulous Eben Browning.

"Well, now that that's settled, I must go down to the Devally-Hipson Aero Corporation and see how things are going" stated Ted as he left the formerly run down but now refurbished Bromville House.

Passing the luxurious Hotel Excelsior, owned by Brewster Gale, swindler, thief and general all-around rat, Ted encountered the dissipated, coarse featured, red headed, bucktoothed, gaudily attired sons of the aforementioned Brewster Gale, Gregory and Duckworth, Greg and Duck for short.

"Here we are to taunt and insult you and catch another beating" sneered the twins.

Quick as a wink, the flailing fists of Ted Scott caused both twins to measure their length in the grass.

"We'll be back!" muttered the twins, shaking their fists as they slunk away.

Arriving at the airfield, Ted recounted his adventure to his particular chums, Big Bill Ellison, Tom Maltby, Mark Lawson, Breck Lewis, Jack Forest and Joe Scarlet.

"You sure taught them dogs a lesson! You're all wool and a yard wide and a brick too!" they all vouchsafed.

"Well, I guess I better take off now" stated Ted modestly.

His friends gasped in fear as the heavily laden plane just barely cleared the wires at the end of the runway.

As Ted sailed along happily reflecting that he was now in his natural element, he felt growing pangs of hunger and thirst.

"I guess I'd better have some of those sandwiches and coffee now" he thought to himself.

Shortly thereafter, Ted passed out due to the drugs with which his enemies laced the sandwiches and coffee. In addition, a howling hurricane had suddenly spring up, tossing the little plane about like a chip on the ocean. Still Ted dozed on in a stupor as the gallant little plane sank closer and closer toward the angry ocean's tossing whitecaps.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightening hit the plane, arousing Ted from his slumber. He looked out the window and saw scarlet ribbons of flame creeping along the edges of both wings!

"Steady boy, this is no time to panic" thought Ted.

In an example of the now famous "Ted Scott Luck", he guided the plane toward a gigantic waterspout which suddenly appeared before him. Torrents of water quickly extinguished the creeping flames and the updraft of the enormous waterspout quickly pulled the gallant little plane toward the heavens and away from the dangerous ocean.

"Lucky that waterspout came along when it did, I'll tell the world!" murmured Ted.

The skies cleared and Ted sailed along through the starry skies. Suddenly, Ted felt and heard a series of thumps as if a giant was outside the plane banging on it.

"That's no giant, it's the biggest flock of seagulls I've ever seen" exclaimed Ted.

There was no avoiding the flock of maddened birds, soon the engine of the gallant little plane began to falter.

"I guess I'd better bail out!" thought Ted. He hoped Charity was praying for him now. Ted flung open the door and stepped off into space. He quickly pulled the ripcord of his parachute but nothing happened! He would be smashed to bits!

Suddenly the parachute opened wide and Ted found himself floating gently down. "I guess I'm OK now" he thought, "No, wait a minute, I'm still over the ocean! I could be drowned! Wait! What's that sound?"

Ted looked below him and saw his gallant little plane, now running perfectly and on an even keel. "If I can only guide myself so as to land on my plane, I'll be saved!" thought he.

Every muscle in his sinewy body was strained to the breaking point as he guided himself toward his plane. Would he be able to thread the needle? With a final super-human effort, Ted landed upon the onrushing plane and quickly clambered inside. He was safe! He knew Charity must have been praying for him.

"I sure could use some more coffee" thought Ted, "I have to fly over the ocean to Paris, rescue flood victims, fly airmail over the Rockies, break the altitude record, fly to Honolulu, rescue missing flyers in the West Indies, fly south of the Rio Grande, fly to Australia with a stowaway madman on board, be the lone eagle of the border, look for smugglers, break the coast to coast speed record, fly over the jungle, fly to the South Pole, fly to Alaska, fly up the side of Mount Everest, outrace an eclipse, fly around Cape Horn, brush a mountain top, rescue explorers in the stratosphere, hunt spies and pursue enemy platinum pirates in the next World War! And in that order too! It's going to be a busy week!"

My Review Of "Over The Ocean To Paris"