[Nonstop to Mars][1] by [Jack Williamson][2].

> "That's just it," her tired voice told him.
"Mars is hazed and dim with atmosphere
—atmosphere stolen from the Earth. That
silver thread is the other end of the tube
of force that we hive been calling a tornado—sucking
air from the Earth across
to Mars!"

> It was that acceleration. Swiftly, ever
more swiftly, that resistless suction was
drawing him across toward Mars. So far,
so good. He guided the plane around a
good-sized granite boulder, drawn with
him up the funnel.
The thing was incredible. Flying to Mars
in the Phoenix—a secondhand crate that
Tick Tinker had somehow wangled out
of the city fathers of Phoenix, Arizona,
quite close, on every side. He knew that six years ago. And the Gayle Foundation, with all its millions, had failed to fly
its rockets even to the Moon.


  [1]: http://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/title.cgi?80920
  [2]: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Williamson