"How did you know I was coming, mother dear?" asked Bill, clinging rather crazily to her as he tried to steady himself.
"I just felt it," she answered, "and once I was so frightened about you, but that passed away."
"What time was it, do you remember?" asked Bill.
"Nine o'clock," she said. "I was waiting for dad to come home from a board meeting."
"Yes, it was just nine," said Bill with a strange look on his face. "I heard you when you spoke to me, mother, and I think it saved my life, and the lives of the other fellows.
"How very strange!" exclaimed Mrs. Sherman. "Who came with you, Bill, and who piloted the plane?"
"I did," replied the boy. "It is a very long story, mother. It was the only way we could come. We had to get here, and a storm had torn all the wires down, and the school was in quarantine, and oh, mother, Lee is saved! We have the envelope and the money and it is all going to be right again. They have not taken him away, have they?"
"They were going at noon to-day," answered Mrs. Sherman. "I don't understand at all, Bill. How do you happen to have the money, and all that?"
"I will tell you everything about it presently, mother," said Bill. "I want you to take care of Ernest Breeze, if you will. It is his plane, and he has a broken arm and could not manage to drive, so I had to do it. We flew all night and all day yesterday. Gosh, we are about all in!"
"Don't say another word then!" cried Mrs. Sherman. "Dad isn't out yet, but go get Ernest and I will make some coffee."