Linda had turned off her engine, and she jumped out of the autogiro immediately and rushed to the scene of the disaster. What a smash it was! No one would ever fly that plane again!
Two people were lying tangled up in the wreckage, whether dead or alive Linda could not immediately tell.
At her approach the man in the rear cock-pit opened his eyes and began to move his hands and legs.
"Got a good knife, Linda?" he yelled, to the girl's profound astonishment.
"I'll get one," she replied, wondering how he could possibly know her name. Or was he delirious, and thought he was talking to some other Linda?
Hurrying back to her own plane she took out her thermos flasks and her tool-kit, and returned to the spot of the wreck. It was too dark now to see the men distinctly, until she turned on her flash-light. As she came closer, she saw that the man who had spoken was wriggling himself free. His face was scratched, blood was running down his hands, but he apparently was not seriously hurt.
"Lucky this is an open plane," he muttered. "Now give me a hand, me girl!"
Linda did not like his tone, but she could not refuse to help a human being in distress. Gradually he crawled out.
"Now for Susie!" he announced, as he raised himself unsteadily on his legs.