“She’s rising now,” cried Bob.
Without his headpiece, Frank could not hear the words and kept his eyes to the fore, as he swung now above the line of the shore. Jack, however, also was straining his eyes to the rear, and he snatched the glasses from Bob and trained them on the plane.
True enough, Higginbotham was rising.
CHAPTER VII
A CALL FROM HEADQUARTERS
It was not yet five o’clock when, the airplane safely stowed away and the doors of the hangar closed and locked, the boys once more stood on the skidway.
“What say to a plunge before we go up to the house?” proposed Frank. “There’s nobody to see us. We can strip down at the beach, splash around for ten minutes, and then head home. It’s a hot, sticky day and that trip to the city left me with the feeling that I wanted to wash something away.”
The others agreed to the proposal and they started making their way to the shore, discussing the latest turn of events on the way.