“Norma! You’re a sight!” Betty cried as her pal at last stumbled into their Sea Tower watchroom. “Did you have a crash?”
“Yes—yes—a crash,” Norma murmured half in a daze. “But, Betty, quick! Notify the airfield! There’s an enemy submarine clo-close to Black Knob. They—they’re trying to land, I think. That—that will be terrible!”
“A squadron of planes is on the way now!” Betty said.
“Who—who told them about the sub?” Norma stared.
“Not the sub,” Betty corrected. “There is an unidentified airplane.”
“Oh, oh, yes. Then, tell them to send out planes to look for the sub.”
Betty got off the message while Norma collapsed into a chair.
“Here, drink this,” Betty offered her a cup of steaming coffee.
“Oh, Betty!” Norma exclaimed. “It was terrible! I tried to call from the spotter shed but the wires were cut. I started coming here like mad on my bike. Someone attacked me—”
“Attacked you!”