“All right. Suppose you sit up for a while and think that one over,” Jack suggested, “while I grab three winks of sleep.”
CHAPTER VIII
A LOOK AT A MYSTERY PLANE
Jack awoke with a start. The hot tropical sun shone on his face. Despite the threat of danger, he had slept soundly.
“Huh!” He sat up suddenly to find Stew laughing at him.
“That dream of yours must have been a humdinger!” Stew exclaimed. “You were grinning from ear to ear in your sleep.”
“Quite a dream,” Jack admitted. “I was back on my uncle’s farm. It was morning. Birds were singing, and a rooster crowing.”
“He still is.” Stew chuckled.
“Who still is what?” Jack stared.
“The rooster’s still crowing. Listen.”
Jack listened, and sure enough, there came the lusty crow of a rooster.