“I don’t know.”
Dot took a drink of the water herself, and felt more revived.
“Where are we?” asked Linda.
“Somewhere in Mexico. Don’t you remember? We were flying after that girl, in Mr. Eckert’s Sky Rocket, and we came down for the night.”
Linda rubbed her eyes and looked about her. And caught sight of the Ladybug, whose appearance had so amazed Dot a moment before. And rubbed her eyes, and stared again.
“Am I crazy, Dot—or is that really an autogiro over there? Or am I seeing things?”
“It’s the Ladybug,” replied Dot. “I’m positive. We couldn’t both be dreaming.”
“But how did it get here? Is that girl around?”
“I don’t hear her. Unless she’s hiding.” Dot lowered her voice to a whisper. “Have you got your revolver handy, Linda?”
Linda felt at her side, where she had put it the previous night when she went to sleep, and sure enough, it was there. And, with the touch of that revolver, memory of the scene that preceded unconsciousness returned.