“Talk about excitement——” Gale sighed when Bruce and David had returned. “I’ve had all I want for one night.”
“I’ll take you home,” Bruce said immediately.
“I am going to sleep here tonight,” Brent said. “I shall stay here until after the races. Good night, Gale.”
Gale went off with Bruce and on their journey home told him of all that had happened that night at the hangar—that is, all but her talk with Brent. That was for no one but herself!
Chapter VIII
A TRIP
Brent Stockton’s enemies, after that one last attempt, seemed to fade into obscurity. Work on the two planes went forward rapidly. If nothing else happened to deter them the planes would be ready in ample time for the races. Bruce and Gale were frequent visitors at the airport as were all the Adventure Girls. The secrecy which, despite their presence, still surrounded the planes intrigued them. Then, too, there was always the hope of more excitement.
As the day for the races neared more planes began landing on the Marchton field. Pilots from all over the country brought their entries.
“It’s going to be the most exciting thing that ever happened in Marchton,” declared Janet.
“And I wouldn’t miss it for anything!” Madge echoed. “Do you suppose there will be many entries in the parachute jump?”
A special woman’s amateur parachute jumping contest was announced by a big yellow flag which blew in the breeze above the main hangar.