CHAPTER XXIII
ROSA FLIES THE SEAGULL
The next day, on the mainland, Norma visited a place of many wonders, perfected some plans, was treated to a great surprise and made an interesting discovery, all in one afternoon.
Norma and Rosa retired as soon as their late night vigil was ended. By mid-afternoon they were up and ready for a prowl.
They struck off on foot over the road leading to the fort on the ridge that overlooked their village, Harbor Bells, and the Sea Tower.
They had gone but a little way when Tom McCarthy overtook them in a jeep. “Hop in,” he invited after stopping his car. “I’ll give you a lift. Where you bound for?”
“Nowhere in particular,” was Norma’s reply as they all crowded into the front seat. “We’re out for fresh air.”
“I’m going up to the fort,” Tom said. “There’s going to be a little target practice by the big guns. I want to see how good they are.”
“Think we’ll need their help some of these days?” Norma asked half jokingly.
“Well, now, you never can tell.” Tom did not laugh. “There seems to be a difference of opinion. Some think America may be invaded, at least by the air.”
“And others think it won’t,” said Norma.