“We’ll climb,” he spoke into his phone. “It may be cold.”
“Okay by me,” Rosa called back cheerfully.
“We’ll get up high. Then I’ll shut off my motor and glide. Then you listen with both your ears.”
“With both my ears,” came echoing back.
They climbed. Then they began a silent glide.
“Out to sea.” Rosa’s ears had caught the sound of a motor. “Near the island I think. Black Knob, you know?”
Tom had heard, too. They were away.
Over Black Knob they circled again “No soap,” Tom grumbled. “You much scared?” he asked.
“Not scared at all.”
“Want to turn on the searchlight and sweep the sky as we circle?” he asked. “They may see us and shoot. That may mean curtains for us.”