“The gasolene’s given out,” rejoined Roy in a voice which was full of anxiety.
“Oh, Roy, what shall we do?”
Peggy gasped as the aeroplane, its propeller beating the air more and more feebly, began to descend with greater rapidity.
“We’ll have to volplane to some land if we can, and if we can’t we must take our chances for it in the water,” was Roy’s grim reply.
CHAPTER XII.
WHAT HAPPENED ON THE ISLAND.
“Look,” cried Peggy suddenly, “isn’t that a small island below there? Maybe we can make that?”
“I’ll try to,” was the answer, as Roy gripped the steering wheel more firmly.
At the same instant the motor, with a gasp and a sputter, gave out altogether. But Roy knew how to volplane; that is, to reach the earth by swinging the aeroplane in circles so that her stability was maintained even with the power cut off.