Agitated as he was Roy could not help feeling enthusiastic as the huge, glittering, flying thing came closer, its engine roaring and its propeller whirring angrily, and yet, the dainty girl in the motor bonnet who was driving it had it under perfect control every second. Throwing back a lever and cutting off the spark and the gasolene, Peggy brought the aeroplane to a stop with a jerk.
Jimsy, with alarmed questions on his lips, sprang out, while Roy helped his sister to alight.
“Good gracious, whatever has happened?” gasped the girl, as she stood on the ground and viewed the still form of her chum Jess, over which Jimsy was bending in genuine alarm.
“It’s all right, sis,” Roy assured her, “Jess is not badly hurt. See—she is looking up at you.”
Peggy sped lightly over the turf to her chum’s side.
“Oh, Peggy, dear, I’m so glad you’ve come. It was dreadful. But Roy was so brave. I’m sure I owe my life to him, for the last thing I recollect we were heading direct for the train.”
She would have said more, but Peggy held up an admonitory finger. Turning to Roy she sought an explanation of all that occurred. It was soon told, and then the question of summoning a physician came up.
In the midst of the discussion Peggy gave a glad little cry.
“The aeroplane! I can fly over to Doctor Mays’ house. There’s a dandy big pasture in the rear in which to alight.”
“By George, that’s so,” agreed Roy, “and I guess, although it sounds a bit startling, it’s the only thing to do. We can’t run the car and nobody will be along here for hours perhaps. This road isn’t travelled much.”