“Sally, you have done all that I hoped and much more,” he exclaimed. There were tears in his eyes. “I shall never forget.”
“That’s just fine,” said Sally, rising a bit unsteadily to her feet. “I—I’m glad you are happy. And now I am going to leave you men to finish the business of the hour. I promised to show Danny our river.”
“Danny?” the old man laughed happily. “So you’ve got you a Danny? Well then, run along. I wouldn’t keep you for the world.”
After a long, delightful tramp over the river trail, Sally and Danny came to rest on a rustic bench overlooking the river.
“It’s really slow and peaceful,” Sally murmured.
“I’ll say it is, after what we’ve gone through,” Danny agreed. “My hands fairly ache for the controls of my plane.”
“Hands,” said Sally, with a sly smile, “are sometimes used for other purposes.”
“That’s right, they are,” Danny exclaimed, seizing Sally’s hand. Sally didn’t mind, so they sat there for a time in silence.
Then came the sound of voices. “They are looking for us,” said Sally. “Time for a crash landing.” She pulled her hand away.
“So here you are!” Captain MacQueen said a moment later.