Sally looked up quickly. Most people didn’t care where Sally was. She was not used to appreciation and now she wondered if Terry really meant it. Sally smiled. Her whole face changed with that smile. She was almost pretty, thought Terry.
Suddenly Terry jumped up. “Wonder why Bud doesn’t come back,” she said in a whisper to Prim. “I don’t trust that fellow. I think we’d better see if our plane is all right,” Terry said aloud.
“Let me go up with you and see your plane,” pleaded Sally. “I can be ready just in a minute, as soon as I take this tea to old Nancy.”
“Take your time, Sally, we’ll wait,” said both girls together.
A few minutes later the three girls left the cabin. Outside they met Jim Heron, a tall, ungainly man who glared at them with piercing eyes. He carried a shotgun across his shoulder, which added to his fierce appearance.
“Git back there!” he shouted. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I wonder what Jim’s doing with that shotgun,” said Sally “This isn’t shooting weather.”
Jim beckoned them to come back then suddenly he turned aside. “All right, go! The harm’s done!”
“What does he mean by that, Sally? What harm?” asked Terry.
The girls ran swiftly up the trail. At the summit they understood Jim Heron’s remark. As they stepped on the plateau Skybird was just leaving the ground. Bud Hyslop at the controls guided the little craft straight out into a bank of fog.