“Must be another plane around here.”
“Reckon there is and it may be as well if they do not see us,” the older boy responded. “Great guns, these butterflies are life savers all right.”
“Then some. It’s like a nightmare.”
“Put your hand over your mouth so you don’t swallow a carload.” Bob followed directions, and the Buddies bent forward prepared to start, but by that time the approaching plane was making a thunderous noise for it was above the clearing, then its motor was silenced.
“They are coming down, Jim. Think we’d better stay here?” Bob suggested. “We can hide out further in the forest.”
“Reckon our best bet is to get to the machine,” Jim answered, but then the plane came down so close to them that they could see its huge bulk only a few feet away. To get by it without being seen would mean some maneuvering and good luck aplenty. The boys scowled, but Austin motioned to proceed, so they stepped forth, bending low and praying that the newcomers would not look about them immediately.
“These blasted bugs,” one of them swore roundly.
“They gummed the works,” added another. There were half a dozen passengers in the plane who climbed out of the cockpit on the further side, then one of them called:
“We’re right where we want to be.”
“Good work,” came a more cheerful response.