"Probably last night, during the storm. That would be too much for an inexperienced flyer."
"Of course."
The girls picked up their clothing and dressed hurriedly, reaching the plane just as it was beginning to get dark.
"Let's make a fire," suggested Linda, "and tell each other stories till we get sleepy. We mustn't try to go to sleep too early on this hard ground, especially after having had naps."
"Are you scared at all, Linda?" asked Louise.
"No. What of? Ghosts—or tramps?"
"Both."
"Well, I'm not afraid of tramps or robbers because I have my pistol—Daddy made me promise to take it with me on all my flights—and I'm just not going to let myself be worried about ghosts. After all, those two dead men deserved their fate, didn't they? And I mean to forget them. Now, tell me a story!"
"What about?"