“I shall probably go wherever my Aunt chooses to send me,” Phyllis said, and her young voice was cold with anger and rebellion. “If she insists on Stonecliff, it will be Stonecliff.”
“But haven’t you told her about Briarhurst?” Gale asked.
“That is why she suggests Stonecliff. She has discovered where you girls are going and suspects that I want to go because you are. Whatever I want to do she objects to—you know that.”
“It isn’t fair!” Valerie declared.
“We ought to do something,” added Carol.
“We will start a conspiracy, that is what!” declared Madge. “We won’t have you breaking up our club by going to a different college!”
“That crazy aviator is back again,” volunteered David.
“Wonder who he is,” murmured Bruce.
Diving and side-slipping, the pilot put on an air circus by himself for the benefit of the people below. Straight upward the pilot nosed his ship, but suddenly it failed him. The roar of the engine was cut off abruptly. Like a falling leaf caught in an autumn wind the plane turned over and over. In scarcely any time at all the shining red monoplane lay a twisted mass of wreckage on Cloudy Island.
“You girls stay here,” called Bruce over his shoulder as he and the other two boys started off on a run for the little wharf where Bruce’s motor boat lay rocking gently on the swell of the water.