Without raising her head from the ground, Fanny groped blindly for Linda’s hand. And found it and pressed it gratefully.
The sound of a motor in the distance made the girls glance towards the lane. The car was returning.
“What are you going to do with me?” asked Fanny, plaintively.
“Take you with us, of course,” replied Linda. “You can fly with Mr. Chase.”
“And—when we get to Honolulu—shall I have to go to jail?”
Linda hesitated a moment and looked at Dot. But her companion, usually so relentless in seeing that justice was done, had evidently softened too. She, also, felt a great sympathy for Fanny.
“I don’t think so,” said Linda. “I think you’ve suffered enough, Fanny. You’ve returned my money, and both planes, and if you’ll return Mr. Von Goss’s—”
“I can’t!” interrupted the girl. “Les took that.”
“Well, he’ll be made to return it. So—if you’ll promise to be good, I think we’ll let you go free—if Mr. Chase can fix it up with the police.”
The girl’s blue eyes opened wide with appreciation.