“Then she and her accomplice are planning to steal a plane. Come on! We may catch them yet!” Sparky led the way on the run.
But they were too late. As they reached the runway, the stolen plane went gliding over the cement to rise into the air.
“That’s a fast two-seater. You’ll need a fast one to overtake them.”
“We’ll take Scottie’s plane!” Mary exclaimed. “It’s gassed and oiled, ammunition, everything. I helped him get it in shape last night. It’s really fast and a real fighter!”
“Come on, then!” Once again Sparky led the way.
The moment his feet hit the ship’s deck, he had the motor singing.
“All right, Mary,” he called. “Not much time. What about your jacket, oxygen mask, and all that?”
“They’re all here. Scottie’s are there, too, for you. We left them. I—I don’t know why.”
“That’s great! Get in and let’s ramble. Okay, boys, turn us loose!”
Blocks were removed from before the wheels. The motor thundered, then slowed to an even grind. They glided away, faster—faster—faster. Then up they shot into the sky to greet the dawn that “comes up like thunder.”