Ten minutes later Linda parked her roadster in front of Kit’s bungalow and ran up the porch with the good news. Kit and Dot, Ralph and Mr. Clavering were all sitting on the big couch hammock, poring over a map.
“We have to fly over Lake Michigan!” announced Dot, proudly. “Isn’t that marvelous?”
“Perfect,” agreed Linda, glad that this hunt was not to be a “play” flight of a few miles or so. A hundred miles as a beginning—that ought to be thrilling.
“The first landing is to be the Milwaukee airport,” said Mr. Clavering. “That is all I am going to tell you. The seven planes are to leave Green Falls at ten o’clock Saturday morning.”
“Seven?” repeated Linda. “Who are the seven?”
Fumbling in his pocket, Ralph produced a typewritten list. He read it aloud.
“1. Tom and Kitty Hulbert.
2. Dot Crowley and Jim Valier——”
“So you’re taking Jim after all!” interrupted Kit. “I thought you said he was too lazy.”
Dot smiled.