"Then when the attack began," he added, "I flew around overhead until I saw my chance to return and land. I wasn't going to leave without you. Presently, the government troops were beaten at the north. That was only a feint on their part, anyhow, I believe, to engage the attention of the rebels. For at once, heavy shooting broke out farther down the valley. Sounded like the main body was attacking there. Then the rebels scooted down that way to repulse the new attack, and I took a chance and landed. Not a soul in sight. And here I am."
Jack was speechless. But the look in his eyes betrayed his emotion.
"Bob, I'm proud of you," said Mr. Hampton. "Well, let's hurry away before it is too late."
Rafaela stepped from her place of concealment.
"Aren't you going to say farewell?" she asked.
Bob looked at her in astonishment. Mr. Hampton, with a twinkle in his eye, viewed Jack ardently. The latter advanced with extended hand.
"Miss Calomares," he said, "I can't tell you how grateful I am. I hope we shall meet again."
"Miss Calomares?" muttered Bob, under his breath, his eyes on the beautiful girl. "Jack certainly has moved fast. I don't get this."
Mr. Hampton took pity on him.
"Miss Calomares," he said, leading Bob forward. "This is my son's chum. He came with him tonight in his airplane."