Just then someone stepped out on the platform. It was Lena. Having a day off, she had, strangely enough, chosen to spend it on the island. A fisherman would take her ashore next morning.
“Lena!” Betty exclaimed. “I thought you were fast asleep!”
“I was.” Lena shuddered from the chill of the night. “But something woke me up—so I came out here.”
“It doesn’t take much to waken you,” said Betty. “The motor of a distant plane.”
“What’s up? Why are you so excited?” Lena studied their faces.
“See that light over there against the sky?”
“Yes, I see it.”
“What is it?”
“Why that—” Lena broke off suddenly. She seemed greatly disturbed. “I—hear a plane!” she exclaimed suddenly.
“Yes, we’ve been hearing it for some time,” said Grandfather Norton.