“Yes—” replied Linda, not knowing what he meant.
“Well, fly out over the ocean till you find them. I’ll show you a picture of the transport, so you can spot it. But you couldn’t miss it anyhow. Then hover over it, and I’ll give you a mail bag to drop down. That’ll be a signal—the Captain’ll clear the deck for you to land.”
“Land on a ship’s deck?” repeated Linda, in amazement.
“Sure. With a ’giro it’s easy—if you know how to manage her. Lt. Melville Pride did it a while ago—maybe you read about it in the papers?”
“No, I must have missed that,” answered Linda. “But did he take off again? I wouldn’t want to go all the way to England.”
“Sure he took off. The crew helped, I believe— But, of course, Lt. Pride is an expert. If you’re a beginner, I wouldn’t advise you to try it.”
Linda looked grave, but Helen burst out laughing.
“I guess you don’t know that this is Miss Linda Carlton!” she announced proudly. “The girl who flew the Atlantic Ocean alone!”
The young man gasped, and held out his hand, which Linda shook cordially.
“I’m honored to meet you, Miss Carlton,” he said. “And, of course, you can land on that ship. Go ahead and do it!”