“Perhaps they’ll lower the age limit.”
“Here’s hoping!”
“Want to tell me about this rescue?” Norma asked.
“Oh! Sure! It wasn’t much,” was the modest reply. “Just our good luck, that’s all.
“It was grandfather who spotted the plane first, just before midnight. He gave us the radio buzz, then started talking fast with his hands—television, you know. This plane had just passed over Black Knob. There was a fog. He heard it, that’s all. It was going north slowly. We thought—”
Beth stopped short. Bess thrust her head in at the door.
“One single, going south fast, about five miles off shore,” she announced. Instantly Beth was on the phone saving in a clearcut voice:
“One single going south, fast. About five miles off shore. Granite Head speaking.”
She kept a head-set over one ear, but went on with her story.
“Bess reported that plane over Black Knob at once. The Army, Navy, and Civil Air Patrol had no such plane out that they knew of.