“Willie,” she said a moment later, “turn sharply to the right and keep up that course.”
After that for some time only the zoom of the motor was heard. Then—
“There, Willie! I have it. Dot-dash, dot-dash! Keep straight on. We’ll be on the air-lane in just no time at all.”
And they were.
Dawn found them wide-eyed and resolute, circling the vicinity of that spot where they believed Jeanne’s message had originated.
“Ought to find it,” Willie grumbled. “Getting light enough. Just saw a farmer going out to milk his cows. He—”
“Listen!” Rosemary stopped him. “Hear that! There’s another airplane near here. Yes, yes! There it is over there to the right!”
“It’s strange.” Willie’s brow wrinkled. “They seem to be circling too. Wonder if—”
“They might be looking for Jeanne’s silver-winged plane too.”
“Friend or foe?” Willie’s eyes were fixed for a second on that other plane as if he would read the answer there.