“They go back to Europe?”
“That’s impossible. Plane’s too small to carry enough gas.”
“Then the ocean will get them.”
“No chance,” Tom grumbled. “They’ll keep a secret meeting with that sub!”
Realizing that his supply of gas would not carry him much further and allow them to fly back, Tom put his motor in motion and very reluctantly turned back.
At that moment, hidden by the night and the shadow of a great rock, Patsy and her grandfather sat huddled in the cold at the foot of Bald Head, listening and straining their eyes for some sight or sound from the sea.
“That was Tom McCarthy in the seaplane,” the grandfather whispered.
“Yes, and that other plane, that was an enemy plane,” said Patsy. “I hope the good Gremlins will pack its wings with ice until it falls into the sea!”
“But for us,” said the grandfather, “the sub is more important!”
“Yes, they might land,” the child answered and crowded close.