“Delightful!” said the man at his side at last. “I’m charmed.”
To the boy’s surprise, there was no trace of nervousness nor fear in his passenger’s voice.
“I think we’re nearly one thousand two hundred feet high now,” said Andy.
“I think so, or more,” was the passenger’s answer. “Can you look about? The view is superb.” The aeroplane, which had risen in circles above the cove, now commanded a wide view of white-margined islands, reefs, and channels. “Far over there to the left,” went on the Englishman, “although you can scarcely see it, is a bit of rock with a strange history. It is known as Timbado Key.”
There was a slight lurch of the car, and the passenger started.
“Anything wrong?” he exclaimed.