After they had finished with the customs and entry regulations the girls started toward the restaurant. A plane was circling about their heads looking for a landing.
Suddenly Terry grabbed her sister’s arm. “Oh Prim, look there! It’s Joe Arnold!”
“Where did he come from? What’s he doing down here?” demanded Prim, as if her sister knew all about Joe Arnold’s affairs.
Terry laughed nervously. “Ask me something easy! But of one thing we can be sure. Whatever it is that has brought Joe Arnold down here, it’s bound to be crooked, whether he is on business of his own or just trailing us. That man couldn't be decent!” Terry said with indignation.
“What are we going to do, Terry?” asked Prim.
“We are going to do nothing at all, except keep our eyes open,” answered Terry as she slipped back to the hangar and spoke to the mechanic who was looking over her plane. She gave him her sweetest smile as she spoke to him. “Keep your eye on my plane. Don’t let any stranger near it.” And she gave him a five dollar bill.
The young man promised and as Terry turned away he smiled to himself. “Guess she’s new to the game,” he thought. “Afraid someone will want parts of her plane for souvenirs.”
“Come on Terry, hurry. If you only knew how hungry I am!” cried Prim. But now another plane had approached and made a neat landing.
Prim stopped short and grabbed her sister’s arm. “Oh Terry,” she cried, “I’m almost sure that’s Allan in his new plane.”
“You’re right. That’s Allan! And Syd is with him!”