Running up to the plane, Linda began to examine it eagerly.
“It seems to be in good condition,” she said. “And that certainly is a lucky break. If I couldn’t get both, I’d rather have the plane than the girl!”
Chase regarded her in amazement.
“But she has your money!” was his comment.
“I know. But I care more about Mr. Eckert’s plane—it’s worth a whole lot more than five thousand dollars. And he was such a good sport to lend it to me. I can just imagine how dreadfully he’d feel, if he thought he’d never see it again. I know how I felt when I lost the Ladybug.”
“But where do you suppose they have gone?” asked Dot. “The Spragues, I mean.”
Linda dropped down to a sitting position on the sand and fished in her pocket for a map.
“They must have taken a boat from somewhere near here,” she said. “So if we can find out where we are, and the nearest seaport town, we might be able to catch them before they sail.”
“We’re pretty far south on this peninsula,” put in Chase, looking over Linda’s shoulder at the map.
“Yes, I think so.... You know what I believe would be best, Bert? If the Sky Rocket is in good condition—we’ll look her over in a minute and find out—one of us could fly her south along the coast, and another take the Ladybug north. In that way we ought to pick up news of our honeymooners pretty quickly.”