They followed it part way down. Once it leaped across an open space, to crash again, then to roll on.
When at last it came to rest a faint film of smoke came up from it. This grew dense, then burst into a red flame. They watched. Nothing moved.
“The end,” said Sparky. Then, he set his motor roaring to speed away toward the small airport they had left.
CHAPTER XVIII
WHERE ARE THEY?
“Oh! They’re gone!” Mary exclaimed in dismay as they came in sight of the airfield.
“What? They can’t be!”
“But they are! The bombers are gone. The field is practically empty.”
It was true. Warnings of an approaching storm had sent the big bomber squadron roaring on its way over the mountains. But Mary and Sparky landed a moment later with plenty of room to spare.
To Mary this was a great disappointment. She dearly loved being in a parade, always had. And flying in a great formation like that was a big parade.