“I must see you tonight for a few minutes—alone!”
Gale looked at him in surprise. His voice and tone had been most mysterious.
“Alone?” she asked uncertainly; she was suddenly afraid of him.
“Alone unless you can get that young fellow Bruce to come with you.”
“We’ll come,” Gale promised him.
Her mind was full of the pilot and his words as she steered the boat with herself and Phyllis back to the mainland. What could he want of them?
“He is nice, isn’t he?” Phyllis said. “Brent Stockton,” she murmured the pilot’s name over. “I’ve heard that name some place before.”
“Wasn’t it in the newspapers some time ago in connection with the invention of a new parachute or something?” Gale asked slowly.
“That is it!” Phyllis said eagerly. “He is an inventor. Do you suppose he is working on something now and that is why he wants to be alone on the island?”
“There is nothing there for him to work with,” Gale said. “He would need a laboratory or workshop or something.”