CHAPTER V.
PEGGY A HEROINE.
"It's—it's another aeroplane!" cried the officer, with a shout of amazement.
"What!"
Peggy sprang to her feet.
"A large red one?"
"Yes. Come here and look. They're just running it under the same shed as ours—yours, I mean."
The girl aviator sprang toward the door. Through the rain she peered to where, across the meadow, two dim figures, clad in oilskins, could be seen shoving a big aeroplane under the same shelter that already protected the Golden Butterfly.
"Well, if this isn't the ultimate!" she gasped.
"I beg your pardon?" asked the young man at her side.