"We want help!" she cried. Then, turning to Linda, "What's the German word for help?"
"I don't know," answered the other girl. "But I think he understands. If he does meet anybody, I think he'd send them to us."
So Louise climbed down again, and waved good-by to the man as he continued on with his cart, and, faintly encouraged, the girls went back to the plane to eat their supper.
[Chapter XVII]
The Lost Necklace
Many thoughts raced through Linda's mind, as she and Louise sat beside the airplane, nibbling at their frugal supper. For this time, they had decided to eat sparingly; nobody knew how long they might have to stay there, without any more food.
But all of Linda's thoughts were regrets. Regret that her father had met with an accident, regret that Dan Stillman had borrowed her Arrow, regret that she was unable to locate the trouble herself and repair it.
Louise, with her usual practical cheerfulness, interrupted these gloomy meditations.
"We have three good hours of daylight left, Linda," she announced, glancing at her watch. "To try another direction. There must be a real road around here somewhere—where automobiles go. Texas isn't the end of the world."