"Go on!" urged the captain, as soon as she had drained it.
"It was a terrible boat," she finally continued. "An awful old one. You can imagine going ten miles out to sea in a thing like that! The engine gave out——"
"Never mind all that!" commanded the officer, impatiently. "Come to the point."
"Yes, Sir.... Well, we got to the island finally, and waited for the yacht that was to pick us up and take us to Panama, but before she come along, the autogiro arrived. Linda—and the police, of course."
"Did you see them—the police, I mean?" was the next question.
"No, we didn't. We were too scared, so we hid till they got out of the plane and searched the island. Then we grabbed the bags and ran for the plane. I flew the Bug out to sea, and in a few minutes we spotted our yacht, and signaled it to stop on another island. That's where we left Linda's plane.... When we got to Panama, the Doc slipped off, and I got caught.... So you see there's nothing to punish me for—you got the autogiro back, and the cops, or Linda, took the money——"
"There were no policemen with Miss Carlton," Captain Magee informed Susie. "Only another girl. But they are lost."
"They must be still on that island, waiting for you to come for them. Nothing could hurt them, and they had some food...."