“Now I appreciate trees more than I ever did before.” Glancing back at the ledge, which the dropping tide revealed more and more, she felt it safe to proceed and thoroughly enjoy the wonderful treat. Some places she couldn’t get through at all, but for several minutes she proceeded inland, then, suddenly she stopped, stared, rubbed her eyes and looked again, for well concealed in the underbrush, but unmistakable, was a tip of an airplane wing. Her first thought was that some pilot had been brought down and she parted the brush to investigate.
“Reach for the sky, you, and don’t turn around!” The command was snapped out sharply and Roberta’s hands went over her head without delay.
CHAPTER XII
A SECOND CAPTIVE
“Keep ’em up.”
Roberta’s heart hammered, but she misunderstood the last part of the order, and faced about quickly.
“Say, what are you doing; I told you not to turn around!”
“I’m not,” Roberta retorted.
“You’re—say, you’re a girl!” A decidedly unkempt looking young man, with nothing more deadly in his hands than a knotted stick, came toward her quickly. “You look like Langwell, the Lurtiss kid pilot.”
“I am Roberta Langwell and I’m not a kid,” she replied indignantly as she dropped her hands.