“It is a wonder that you trust me with them,” Bruce said.
“I can’t go myself,” the pilot said, “and I like you,” he added frankly. “I know you won’t let me down.”
“We’ll see that—what was his name?—Stubby gets them,” Gale assured him.
When the boy and girl went down to the motor boat they could see the pilot standing in the doorway watching them. He raised his hand in silent salute as the boat shot away from Cloudy Island.
Chapter IV
STUBBY
The road was dark and lonely. From far away came the dismal hoot of an owl. Gale shivered as she leaned her bicycle against a tree and turned to Bruce.
“He might have picked a better spot for us to meet his mechanic,” she whispered.
“It isn’t very cheerful, is it?” Bruce managed a laugh. “But there is no one here but us.”
“How do you know?” she countered.
“Because anyone else would have enough sense to stay out of the woods at this hour,” he declared.