Then suddenly Prim screamed with delight. “Look Terry, look! It’s Syd and Allan! We’re saved! We’re saved!”
Rosa stood beside the girls until she realized that they did not need further help, then as the plane circled low for a landing, she scurried into the hut, calling on the women and children to follow. In a moment the place was deserted. Terry smiled at the idea of Rosa finding protection in those flimsy huts of twigs and leaves.
A few minutes later Allan set down his plane before the native huts. Before the boys could step from the plane, the girls were beside them, shaking their hands and almost crying with relief.
“We thought you were lost in the storm, Allan!” cried Terry.
“And we had almost given you up for lost!” answered Allan, his voice husky.
“How did you find us?” Prim asked excitedly. Her cheeks were flushed, all her fear was gone.
“We recognized Skybird and followed her,” replied Allan, looking around anxiously. “Joe flew her to Honduras and then back here.”
“Don’t I know it!” exclaimed Terry. “What a good thing it was that I didn’t have a chance to stop him. I was angry enough to smash the plane rather than have him use it for smuggling.”
“Let’s be going!” said Syd. “We can tell you how we found you when we’re out of danger. Are you sure these blacks are friendly?”
“I’ll say they are. They’re wonderful people!”