“No, we’re not hurt,” a woman’s voice answered.
“But please hurry,” came in a different voice. “The plane may sink.”
“We’ve been hurrying, quite a while,” Betty called.
“How did you know we’d crash?” came back.
“I didn’t. We—we just came,” said Betty.
“That light was a decoy,” came from the plane.
“You thought there was a field here?” Betty suggested.
“We were off our course and our gas was low,” one voice explained. “We came down to see.”
“And I took the plane too far,” the other explained.
“Well, now you’re safe enough,” Betty said a minute later as Lena eased the boat in close to the plane’s wing where the two women sat. At the same time she threw her light upon them. They were, she discovered, surprisingly young and, beyond a shadow of doubt, Americans. At that moment words from a very old book came to her. ‘An enemy hath done this.’