-「」“He might have. I wish we could follow and see.”
Sandy, waiting until he got to a shrubbery, moved so it was between him and his quarry. He, too, crossed the ascending turf.
“Jeff didn’t turn a hair,” Sandy murmured under his breath. “He knew all about it, of course. But—just you wait, Jefferson-boy, till Mr. Everdail ‘springs’ the trap.”“Have you brought him back?”
In his rush, Dick’s arms were carried around the shoulders he could not see. Like a serpent, sinuous, tense, powerful, the woman squirmed around in his arms.He glanced at the gauge to reassure himself, made an almost automatic correction of a wing tip, pushing up in a gust of air as he saw that his surmise about fuel was correct.
“Doing what, Sandy?”
“But why did he shut off the ignition and pretend the engine had stopped—so handy to this old, abandoned estate?” -「」:
“Larry! Sandy! Look who’s coming. That’s the man who flew in the ‘phib’ with Mr. Everdail—the day the yacht came in!”
Instantly the situation became clear to the Sky Patrol.
As he reached for the letter, and searched on the fourth page, all three of his listeners were holding their breath in suspense. “He came back, Larry.” Dick chuckled.
“That would explain why acid was put on them,” agreed Dick. “It wouldn’t explain any other attempts, though.”。
The report he got was that the amphibian was still flying.。
“To tell him about the life preserver—and maybe to deliver it!”。