“Perhaps she has reference to the powerful family of chicken hawks,” observed Nancy.
“Or the illustrious fish-hawk family, only they are mostly centered around New Haven,” added Mary.
“How about the tomahawk family?” suggested Billie.
How, indeed? But there was no answer to this strangely pertinent question because of a timely incident which now occurred.
With the picture still in their minds of a great fish hawk skimming through the air, as they had often seen him do at home, there now came a sound of whirring far above them.
Nancy leaned out of the automobile and looked up.
“Oh! oh!” she exclaimed in great excitement “Oh, stop—look! What is it?”
Billie stopped the car and they jumped out into the road, craning their necks as they scanned the heavens.
Flying westward, but still some distance away, came what resembled at first a gigantic bird with wings outspread, soaring even as the fish hawk soars, as he skims through the air.
“It’s an aeroplane,” whispered Billie, almost speechless with excitement.