Kelly didn’t waste any time. ‘Start the darn engine, before they come back.’
Ben turned the key. The engine spluttered, then settled to a low purr, with the propeller turning slowly. An enormous grin spread over his face. He was going to take off.
‘Don’t get too excited,’ said Kelly. ‘We’re not going anywhere yet. We have to run the engine for five minutes to get it up to operating temperature.’ She sat back and shook her head. ‘This place is the Midwest Down Under.’
‘What did that kid tell you?’ said Ben.
‘Some nonsense. His uncle went walkabout in the bush at night and saw lights in the sky.’
‘Is that the big bird that disappears?’ asked Ben.
‘Don’t be stupid.’ Kelly brushed crumbs off the map with her forearms. She put on a high, squeaky voice.
‘A big bird came down, and when it landed, it disappeared.’ She reverted to her normal voice. ‘That’s how six-year-olds talk about UFOs.’
‘No they don’t,’ said Ben. ‘They talk about spacemen. Big birds that vanish sounds like a dreamtime story.’
Kelly checked the temperature gauge. ‘You can skip the culture lesson. We’re ready to go.’
They did a few final checks. Under Kelly’s direction, Ben set the trim — rebalancing the craft to adjust for the weight of the fuel they had added. He secured the doors and fastened the seat belts, reaching around Kelly’s waist to do up hers.
‘Thirteen and never been kissed?’ said Kelly.
He felt himself blush as he fumbled with the seat belt catch. Finally it locked. ‘There!’ he said in relief.
‘OK.’ Kelly’s tone was brisk now. ‘Start by pointing the nose down.’
Ben looked at the controls in front of him. His mind had gone blank again. He couldn’t remember how to point the nose down.
‘With the stick!’ exclaimed Kelly. ‘For heaven’s sake. I should have got one of those kids as my co-pilot.’
If Ben had felt more relaxed, he might have reminded her that one of them thought the microlight looked like a bike. As it was, he was too preoccupied struggling to remember what instrument did what. He moved the stick forward as far as it would go.
‘While you’re sitting there like a dork, I’m thinking about our take-off. We’ve got a clear run along this road here. Windspeed and direction are fine — let’s have the throttle fully open and off we go.’
Ben pulled the throttle up. The propeller became a blur, the engine let out a roar and the rev counter climbed sharply. But they didn’t move.
Kelly batted her hand towards the stick. ‘Take the handbrake off!’
Ben winced and slipped the piece of Velcro off the handle.
Released from its fetters, the microlight shot forwards.
Ben had forgotten how rickety it felt. The cables through the cockpit twanged like guitar strings, the wheels rattled, and the steering seemed to have a mind of its own.
‘We’re veering left,’ snapped Kelly. ‘Keep straight with your pedals and the stick. Use the horizon.’
Ben nudged the pedals and stick until they were heading dead straight down the road. He had a sudden vision of meeting a juggernaut or a coachload of tourists head on.
The stick kept twitching in his hand, as though the nose was trying to come up. ‘It feels like it wants to fly,’ he said. He felt quite proud that he’d noticed that.
‘You’re not going fast enough yet — if you haven’t got enough speed you’ll stall. Just keep going like this.’
Ben glanced at the airspeed. It said 40 knots. With all this twanging and rattling it seemed like 140. He felt particularly reckless to be doing this on a public road. If this was England, by now he would have met the juggernaut and the tourist coach, plus several dozen parents doing the school run. The speed crept up to 50 knots … 51, 52 …
‘Ease the nose up,’ said Kelly, ‘and keep her level.
’ At last. Butterflies were dancing a fandango in Ben’s stomach. He eased the stick back, keeping his eyes firmly on the horizon. The slightest deviation in straightness and he would be ready to make a correction.
As the wheels left the ground, the rattling disappeared and the ride became smooth as silk. The horizon slipped away. The plane soared into the air.
‘Keep this speed,’ said Kelly, ‘and climb to a thousand feet.’ Already she was looking down at the map on her knee. ‘But well done. That was pretty good.’
Ben felt a warm glow spread through him. He’d actually got a plane into the air all on his own. A little voice in his mind was saying ‘Wow’, over and over again.
But Kelly wasn’t about to let him rest on his laurels. ‘Keep straight.’
Ben started to correct when suddenly he looked down at the pedals.
Something was moving in the foot well. Something like a grey hand.
‘Don’t look down there,’ scolded Kelly. ‘You’re meant to be climbing. You can’t relax yet — this is a critical stage.’
Ben looked ahead and tweaked the nose up, just to make sure. Then, once again, he felt something tickle his leg. He looked down—
His leg jerked violently before he’d even got the scream out. The microlight wobbled and the wings tilted. Ben’s shoulder hit his door with a thump.
Kelly tried to hold onto the seat. She pumped the pedals to bring them straight and yelled, ‘Have you gone nuts?’
‘There’s a spider as big as my hand!’ Ben couldn’t look anywhere but the foot well. The spider was big and furry, with long, long legs.
‘Oh, grow up. This isn’t some Indiana Jones movie.’ Kelly tried to straighten the plane up but her bandaged hand pulled the stick too far. The microlight rolled violently the other way. She pushed the stick and stamped hard with the pedal to stop them going right over, then lifted her foot to release it.
At that moment the spider crawled onto Ben’s boot. He tried to shake it off and his foot shot forward. On the other side, Kelly pressed down on her pedal, making Ben’s snap down on his foot, pinning it.
She screamed in fury. ‘Get your foot out of the way!’
With his foot imprisoned, the spider got a good purchase and started to climb up his leg. Ben jerked his feet away from the pedals but that didn’t dislodge it.
The microlight rolled from one side to another. ‘We’re losing airspeed!’ Kelly tried to pull the throttle up with her elbow, then turned and took the stick crudely between her wrists. To do so, she had to twist round in her seat, and found herself staring straight at Ben’s thigh.
The spider had a big brown furry body like a mouse, black glinting eyes and long spindly legs. A dainty pair of incisors curved downwards like a Victorian moustache. It was barely half a metre away from Kelly’s face.
Despite herself, Kelly recoiled in horror, jerking the stick and making the microlight dive once again. She shrank back against her door and shifted the stick back again with her elbow. ‘More throttle, quick!’
Ben increased the throttle, never taking his eyes from the spider. It felt heavy as it walked further up his leg, and he felt every movement of its eight legs through the thin fabric of his flying suit.
Kelly screamed hysterically, shadow-boxing the air with her bandaged paws. ‘Get it out! Just get it out!’
‘How?’ Ben shouted, equally hysterical. He jerked his leg, hoping to shake the spider loose, but it wouldn’t shift. Did it have suckers on its legs?
‘Just do something!’
Careful to keep his body absolutely still, Ben put his hand out of the window. The catch on the door was fiddly but he managed to open it. The door swung back and smacked against the nose of the plane. The red ground yawned outside.
Kelly’s voice shrieked in his headset. ‘Are you nuts?’