“But if it’s an enemy scout plane from an aircraft carrier,” this was the girl’s answer, “then it is curtains for many people—women and children.” Rosa snapped on the light. After that, as they circled low over the water, a pencil of light searched the sky.
Now and then the girl played the light on dark waters.
“Looking for the aircraft carrier,” Tom thought. “She’s sure got what it takes.”
Suddenly Rosa exclaimed, “Look! What’s that?”
“What? Where?”
“It was on the water. Not big, but long and low.”
“A fishing boat, perhaps,” said Tom. “They’re coming in from the Banks these days.”
“Mebby, yes, mebby no,” was the odd reply.
Truth was, they had sighted the sub, but, since Norma’s report had failed, they knew nothing of that sub. So they circled on.