“Gale!” he said incredibly, “what is wrong? Has anything happened?”
Gaspingly she told him of the two men she had overheard. He drew her into the hangar while he thought quickly of what to do.
“You must get away,” she said.
“And leave my planes?” he demanded. “I won’t do it. But you must go—now!”
“Can’t you telephone for help?”
He snapped his fingers. “Of course, I forgot.” He drew her with him into the little office. He picked up the receiver and jiggled the hook.
“Hello—Hello—Central!” He slammed it down. “Wires must be cut.”
“Come,” he added a moment later, “you must get out of here.”
They went back to the hangar but discovered it was too late. Someone was tampering with the lock on the door. Brent made sure the inside bolt was secure and drew her back to the office. He crossed to the window.
“Out you go. Back to town for help.”