“Look!” Gale cried.
Even as she spoke a brick was hurled through the window, narrowly missing Brent, and the head and shoulders of a man appeared. He had a revolver in his hand and as he pointed it Brent whisked Gale back into the hangar and the office door shut behind him. He turned the key and hurried her across to the black and silver plane.
“Get in!” he commanded, boosting her up to the pilot’s seat. “Keep your head down!”
“But——” she began.
“Keep quiet!” he cautioned. “You stay here no matter what happens. They won’t see you.”
She said no more but snuggled down, her head just below the edge of the seat. But the blackness and silence was more terrifying than the real danger. Cautiously she raised her head. She wished she knew where Brent was. What was he doing? What were those men doing? The man at the door must have given up his work at the door for she could no longer hear the queer scratching noise.
Rapidly she made a calculation as to the time. Did Bruce and Stubby have enough time to get to the island and start back with the other motor? They had been gone quite a long time, but they had had a lot of work to do. She had no idea when they would be back.
“Brent!” she called in a cautious whisper.
“Here!” he answered at her side. He had been standing beside the plane but in the darkness she could not see him.
“Where are they?” she asked.