"Where's the pilot?" asked Mia in a subdued voice.
He shook his head. Through the port, he could see the blue giants disappearing among the trees.
Just then the plane gave a jerk.
"It's moving!" With a shriek, Mia flung herself onto Cosmo.
He felt the plane lurch again, then shoot upward. At a hundred feet it leveled itself off, darted away on what he judged to be a southerly course. There was still no evidence of a pilot.
Mia MacIver held onto Cosmo like a drowning man to a straw as the pilotless plane hurtled southward.
He drew a long breath. "Robot pilot." He patted her shoulder. "There's nothing supernatural about it."
Mia pulled herself away. "I didn't mean to throw myself on you like that. I ... I...." She halted lamely.
"Don't apologize." Cosmo flashed her his quick wolfish grin. "I enjoyed it. You've been hurling yourself at me at fairly regular intervals all day."
"I think you're horrid." Mia's cheeks colored, but her gray eyes twinkled.