The plane winged in on the prayers of the group
He snapped off the transmitter. “That was our pre-arranged signal. It tells Jack Hudson that I’ve found you and that we’re all set to come out. If he got my signal, he’s on his way to the plane right now, I hope, I hope, I hope. It’s been on the runway, warmed up around the clock, ever since he got back.”
“Well, we’ll know in about two hours,” Uncle Charlie said.
Jack did get the signal. Almost exactly two hours after Muscles’ signal, the faint hum of a plane was heard. It grew louder, and then came into sight. It winged in on the prayers of the whole group, the most welcome sight Biff had ever seen.
Farewells were short. The moment the plane touched down, the Ancient One was put aboard. The others followed fast.
The last Biff saw of the Ancient One’s grandsons was a picture he would keep in his heart and mind forever. The five grandsons stood in a line, facing in the direction of the departing plane. All were bowing deeply to show their gratitude.
No one really relaxed until the plane crossed the border, but they reached Unhao with no trouble. Jack Hudson taxied the plane to a neat stop and whistled in relief, “Whew-uw!” Then briskly he turned to the group. “We’re going to refuel and take right off again,” he announced.
“What’s the hurry, Jack?” Charlie asked. “How’s about letting me have a bath?”
“Man, do you know how hot you and Biff have become since you went inside? There have been spies all over the camp. You and Biff aren’t even to get out of this plane. Biff’s things and yours are all packed. I’ve got ’em in the luggage compartment. Soon as this crate is refueled, it’s off for Hong Kong. You can dunk the body there.”