CHAPTER II
Pursued by a Flying Foe
Waverly was a popular beach resort and Prim was delighted to see that there was a pleasure pier which was gaily lighted up.
She cried, “Oh, Terry, it looks as if there might be dancing down there. Let’s hurry to the hotel and change to our party clothes.”
“Prim Mapes, you promised me that you wouldn’t take any party dresses this time. You said we’d be just girl flyers with no excess baggage,” retorted her sister.
Prim laughed. “I tried to Terry, but I couldn’t leave out our new frocks. I was certain we’d run into some sort of entertainment where we’d want some pretty dresses.”
Terry looked her disgust. “But Prim, I don’t even want to dance. What am I going to do with these documents while I’m dancing?”
“You could leave them at the hotel in the safe,” answered the easy-going Prim.
“Just forget that, Prim. Wherever I go, these papers go with me. If you insist on dancing I’ll have to go along, but I'll have the papers on me.”
As the girls talked over their plans they arranged for the care of their plane for the night and for refueling, as they intended to take an early start the next morning. Then they went to the hotel where many summer guests were staying.