“Yes, we’re a lot farther south than Los Angeles—almost in a direct line westward.”
“Are you going to tell your Aunt Emily?” inquired Dot, after a moment of silence.
“No, I think not. I don’t believe I’ll tell anybody except the people at this airport. Then, if anything goes wrong, we shan’t have a lot of unpleasant publicity. Besides, it’s all the better for our cause to keep it a secret. It’s not an aviation feat this time, like flying the Atlantic. The main object is to catch those two criminals.”
“Then we won’t call Spring City on the telephone?”
“No. Let’s send wires, assuring our families of our safety, and telling them not to expect us home for several days. That will put their minds at rest, and won’t disclose anything.”
“What about food?”
“Enough for a day. I figure that if we start before dawn tomorrow, we ought to land early in the morning of the following day. So, while I am mapping out our course, you can go visit the chef and see about packing sandwiches and fruit and coffee. That ought to be enough. And we’ll eat an early breakfast before we start.”
“What are the predictions for weather?”
“Favorable and warm.”
“It doesn’t seem possible that we’re going so soon,” observed Dot.