"When the yacht tips, our Aircraft will be ruined, for the chances are it will slide overboard. Even if it doesn't, those scoundrels will wreck it completely, for it will be quite at their mercy. So I've decided, while there is yet time, to fly it across to the bluff, where I can remain until you are rescued."
"Can you manage to get away from the deck?"
"Easily."
"Then I think it best for you to go."
"May I take Sybil with me?"
He hesitated a moment; then replied: "Yes. It will be a good thing to have you girls away from here when the attack is made. Here you could be of no service whatever, and your absence will—eh—give us more room to defend the cabin."
"You will have to act quickly, Miss Kane," suggested Chesty.
"I know. Come, Sybil."
They drew on their jackets as they went on deck, both girls realizing that no time must be lost if they hoped to get away. Once the yacht tipped on her side it would be impossible to fly the machine.
As they took their places Mr. Radley-Todd inquired: "Plenty of gasoline?"