A half hour later her heart stopped altogether for a second, then went racing. Their single motor was missing and they were still over the dark sea.
“There—there it is again!” she breathed.
She studied the look on Speed’s face, then shuddered anew.
A glance before her showed a white line. Was it a shore line? And could they make it? She dared not think further.
She settled back a moment later with relief. “Motor’s working better.” But this relief was not for long.
Ten minutes passed. The white line grew wider. At one end was a high spot, perhaps a mountain. Then again that chilling sput-sput-sput of a missing motor.
“We’ll make it!” she shouted bravely.
And in the end they did. Just as the motor stopped dead, due to a clogged fuel pipe, they found themselves over a blanket of white.
Circle low now. No chance for climbing. Take the landing that offers.
They took it with many a shuddering bump. Mary was thrown down upon a pile of Christmas toys. A talking doll cried, “Ma-ma!” and a croaking frog went “Herouk!” Then all was still.