That was the word that flashed up before the boys’ eager, waiting eyes.
“It’s come at last,” murmured Jack.
As for Tom, he could say nothing. But his heart seemed to be beating till it shook his frame. His face was pale under its wholesome tan. As Jack’s hands sought the levers, Tom clutched his comrade’s shoulder with a grip that almost made Jack flinch.
“Steady, Tom, old boy,” warned Jack, noting his comrade’s agitation.
“I-I’m all right, Jack, b-b-b-but it is kind of creepy, you know, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t had time to think,” Jack began, when he broke off with a cry.
“Tom—Tom, old boy, give us your hand! She’s—she’s——”
“Going down!”
The words broke from Tom’s lips with a sort of sigh.
Then came a shout from Jack.