"Thank God!" cried Louise, reverently.
"Wait!" whispered Linda, not sure yet that they were safe.
The landing was not easy. The plane came down and hit the ground and bounced up again. Suppose it should pancake? Linda held her breath, suffering greater agony than Louise, who knew less of the dangers. But in a moment the valiant little Arrow came to a stop, in the shrubbery.
In a rapture of relief and thanksgiving, Louise grasped Linda and kissed her, while the tears ran down the young pilot's face. For a moment the girls sat thus in silent embrace, each too filled with emotion to speak.
"Come, let's get out, Lou," said Linda, finally, and shakily they both stepped from the plane.
"I wonder where we are," remarked Louise, trying to make her voice sound natural.
"We'll get out our maps and study the situation. But first let's eat. I'm simply famished. It must be noon at least."
They found upon consulting Louise's wrist-watch that it was ten minutes of one.
Resolutely deciding to be cheerful, they opened the hamper which Louise's Aunt Margaret had packed. What a delicious lunch!