The co-pilot woke up, belched, grabbed for the stick, which was not in its usual place, and so missed. Forty-one seconds later, the plane had crashed into a dock some thirty feet from the mooring tetron tramp.
CHAPTER VIII
There was a roaring in the air. Let cried out and ran forward. Then shadow. Then water. His feet were slipping on the deck as the rail swung by. Then thunder. Then screaming. Something was breaking in half.
Jon and Arkor got him out. They had to jump overboard with the unconscious Prince, swim, climb, and carry. There were sirens at the dock when they laid him on the dried leaves of the forest clearing.
"We'll leave him here," Arkor said.
"Here? Are you sure?" Jon asked.
"They will come for him. You must go on," he said softly. "We'll leave the Prince now, and you can tell me of your plan."
"My plan ..." Jon said. They walked off through the trees.