Once out of sight of Dan’s camp, Sally sat down and opened the little copper box with its strange markings. Her birth certificate was safe, and the little bag of trinkets. She poured them into her lap. A baby necklace of her own, her mother’s tiny gold watch, and wedding ring, and a garnet necklace and bracelet. Sally often looked at them and cried over the trinkets, but today she smiled. She was proud that she had something pretty to show the girls.
Hastily putting them back into the box, Sally ran toward home. The first thing she heard as she came near was Nancy Heron’s voice. “Sally Wyn, where are you? Get to work!”
“She’s been calling you all the time you’ve been away,” whispered Terry. “Did you get the birth certificate?”
“Yes, here it is, Terry,” returned Sally.
Terry examined the paper. “It doesn’t tell much, does it? Well, put it carefully away, Sally, and soon we’ll get you out of here. Have patience.”
But Sally did not appear to be listening, her eyes were bright as if she were burning up with fever. Terry looked at the girl in surprise.
“What’s the matter, Sally?” she asked.
“I’ve got something to tell you. I know where the plane is. I’ve found The Comet!”
“Sally!” Terry’s voice rose in excitement but Prim laid a hand on her arm.
“Hush, Terry! Everything depends on keeping quiet.” She turned to Sally. “Where is the plane?”