“In the office,” he replied.
“Are your plans in there?” she wanted to know.
“No. They are here in the plane.”
“Couldn’t we make a dash for it out the hangar door if they are in the office?”
“We could,” he said significantly, “but we have no idea how many more are on the outside. We better sit tight and wait.”
“But the suspense is terrible,” she declared. “Do you suppose Bruce and Stubby are on their way back?”
“They are our only hope,” he said quietly. “Hush! Here they come! Head down and quiet!”
He stepped away from the plane into the blackness as a rending crash sent the office door flying open. For an instant two shadows were silhouetted against the light behind them and then they melted into the darkness of the hangar. But suddenly a round circle of light appeared and moved quickly over the planes and the hangar. One of the men had a searchlight. Quickly Gale ducked her head as the circle of light traveled over the black plane. Vainly she waited for the shout that must come when they discovered Brent. But the cry did not come. Only silence. Where could Brent be? What was he doing?
“He got away!” a voice said.
“But the black plane is here. That is all we really want anyway,” the other voice agreed.