The boys laughed heartily. “That’s what he thinks of us,” said Allan as he settled in the seat.
With a wave of her hand to the fishermen, Terry started her engine, throwing up a shower of water in front of the plane as she gained speed for the rise.
Terry sent the Skybird into the air, nose tilted for a sharp rise. Then she levelled out and began circling, waiting to be certain that Mackey Jones was playing fair and would allow Syd to go with Prim.
As she brought her plane once more over the fishing boats, Syd was climbing into the Comet. The boy looked up and waved his hand to indicate that everything was all right.
Terry soared high into the air, straight up into the glorious morning sunlight. She felt fine! She had accomplished what she had set out to do. Allan and Syd were safe.
And now for home!
Finally Allan spoke. “There’s another plane coming our way. Maybe it’s our dear friend Bud Hyslop. Wants to see if I have been looked after properly!” said Allan with a laugh. “He’s so thoughtful of my comfort!”
Terry glanced at the far speck in the sky. “It may be an enemy.”
“That’s what I just said. It may be Bud Hyslop. But I’m not afraid of that fellow.”
Terry headed her plane straight for Elmwood. “We’ll get away from here,” cried the girl.