“Then you can be ‘safer’ by yourself. If you think I’m going to stick around this woodlot all night, you’ve got another guess coming. Snap out of it, won’t you, Betty?”
“But you wouldn’t leave me all alone out here!”
“Watch me.” The light began to move away from the plane.
“I’ll come—I’ll come with you, Dorothy—wait!”
The light came back and Betty scrambled to the ground in a fever of haste.
“Now, then, stop being a goop and take this flash,” directed Dorothy. “Hold it on the plane so I can see. We’ve got to make Wispy secure, before we get under way.”
“I s’pose you get that Navy lingo from Bill Bolton.” Betty felt rather peevish now. “You talk just like him ever since he taught you to fly.”
“I wish he was here now,” retorted her friend, and climbed into the cockpit. “Here—take these wheel blocks and stop grouching. And for goodness’ sake, please don’t wobble that light! I want to get these cockpit covers on before everything is flooded.”
A few minutes later she climbed down again and after adjusting the wheel blocks, took the flashlight from Betty.
“All set?” she inquired briskly. “Got your knitting and everything? ’Cause it’s time we were moving.”