When the news came that Linda and Dot had safely reached Honolulu, Ralph and Jim had already arrived at the Los Angeles airport, and Miss Carlton and her brother were well on their way to the West.
Their train had stopped at Santa Fe for a few moments, and newsboys were shouting the story.
“Two girls fly the Pacific!” they screamed. “All about the flight to Hawaii!”
Mr. Carlton looked at his sister.
“Could it be Linda and Dot?” he demanded.
Miss Carlton nodded.
“Of course. They would. I knew it. The Pacific Ocean would be too much of a temptation to Linda, once she was out here. I’ve been fearing it all along.”
“But you don’t have to fear it any longer—if it really is they who did it. It’ll be over by now—and the danger past.”
He stepped to the platform and bought a paper. And, sure enough, his daughter’s and Dot’s pictures stared at him from the front page.
There was no hiding his pride now. His eyes shone with happiness; he looked like a small boy who sees his favorite pitcher win a baseball game.