Terry screamed.
“Oh, Prim! Bud’s stolen our plane! He’s taken Skybird!” she cried.
“Keep quiet, Terry. Nothing can be done by getting angry and shouting. Maybe he’ll bring it back,” said Prim.
“No he won’t! He’s stolen Skybird! He’ll crash in this fog! Oh, Prim, what can we do?”
Prim was just as worried as Terry over the danger to their little plane, but she controlled herself. Terry was trembling with anger. Prim took her arm.
“Don’t worry so, Terry. Maybe things will come out all right.”
At that moment the tall form of Jim Heron appeared. He had suddenly decided that he had better keep his eyes on the girls. Terry ran to him.
“Bud Hyslop has stolen our plane,” she cried indignantly, looking to the old man for sympathy.
“Don’t you worry none, Miss,” replied Jim Heron. “Bud’s all right. He’ll bring your plane back. He just went over to Harbor Grace on an errand. He’s just borrowed that plane.”
Terry wanted to ease her mind by expressing her honest opinion about Bud Hyslop but a look from Prim quieted her. She frowned, then held her lips tight-pressed. With her head high she started down the trail after Jim Heron. Her manner was very angry, superior and haughty.