"Wonder what happened to Braizewell's plane, and whether it got away or had to turn back," Don speculated, as they settled down to good going again.
"I hope to Hector it got hit by that storm that caught us, and that it put them completely out of business for all time," said Andy Flures fervently. "That machine and those connected with it have been our hoodoos since we arrived at Halifax. It certainly hasn't been Braizewell's fault that he hasn't put the jinx on us."
"Yep," Don answered, "but nevertheless I'll bet it was just their luck to escape that storm. You remember it took a sudden northward course, and I'm pretty certain it turned before they came up with it."
"Too bad, if that's true," said Andy morosely. As a matter of fact, there hadn't been anything to so ruffle his nature in years as this series of incidents which had begun with his having to stand Pilot Henryson on his head in the mud and mire of the Halifax aero field.
"Do you think we ought to wireless back that we were damaged and delayed by the storm?" Don asked, addressing himself to all three. "They'll be wondering what happened to us long before we arrive on the other side."
"Wouldn't do at all," said Jack quickly. "In the first place, we probably couldn't reach a shore station with the strength of our radio, and in the second we'd be more likely to give that other plane our exact location; and with the papers we're carrying I'd rather not have a scrimmage if it can be avoided."
"That's right," Don agreed. "I hadn't thought about the other machine following us."
"Listen!!" said Fred sharply only a few moments later.
Everyone instantly ceased talking, and to make things quieter both engines were shut off and the plane was allowed to float along on her own tremendous momentum.