“Breaking a leg, smashing six ribs, not to mention a neck—”
“It could be done, couldn’t it?” Flash demanded of the pilot.
“Yes, I could fly low enough so a person wouldn’t be slapped very hard,” Dave French answered reluctantly. “But why not land the plane on the water?”
“With a seaplane handy, Sorenson never would pick up a fellow. My idea is to jump, then have the plane fly back to shore.”
“And who is to do the jumping, brother?” inquired Wells.
“I will. I’m a pretty fair swimmer.”
“Do you realize that if Sorenson doesn’t pick you up, it would mean curtains?”
“He will,” Flash said confidently. “The only risk is that he might not see me in the water. But if I jump it will attract attention.”
“The idea is just crazy enough that it might work,” Wells said slowly.
“I’m sure it will! Let’s try it!”