And then:
“Watch!” Mary exclaimed. “There’s the clearing. Sparky has spotted it. He’s preparing to circle. He’s going down!”
Suddenly Mary set her motors thundering. After climbing steeply she leveled off to stare down at the clearing.
“He didn’t go down, not yet,” Janet informed her.
“No. There are people running from that row of native huts. He’d hit them.”
“They’re like ants coming from an ant hill. They don’t seem important.”
“Oh! But they are!” Mary exclaimed. “Every human life is important. Besides, if Sparky killed just one of them, our lives wouldn’t be worth a penny. We’re in the wilds.”
“Probably not a white man within a hundred miles.”
“Or perhaps a thousand.”
“I wish we might go on.” A suggestion of strain crept into Janet’s voice.