“No,” Mary groaned. “One more, a smaller one.”
It seemed an eternity before this last child had reached safety.
Of a sudden the plane beneath them lunged downward.
“There they go!” Janet gasped while Mary’s clutching fingers fairly bit into the stick.
But no, Sparky’s plane seemed to shudder. No doubt his motor had quit, then gone on again.
“Why doesn’t he go down?” Mary groaned. “Here, take the plane!” She gave Janet her place. “Just circle slowly.”
With long, swift strides she reached the plane’s door. There she braced herself, then stood watching the plane below.
“He’s going down,” she whispered.
It was true. Circling slowly, cautiously, Sparky nursed his disabled plane at last into a smooth glide that brought him swiftly down.
“He’s out too far,” she groaned. “He’s afraid there’s just one more native child.