The beam of the airport searchlight flashed into being, and as it swung past that mail pilot, Garry, his head turned over his shoulder, caught sight of the pilot’s arm upraised, his fist clenched, being shaken furiously toward the upper air into which the mail pilot climbed.
“He’s wild with anger!” Garry decided.
He tilted his elevators to lift the Dragonfly, full power being on as he made as steep a climb as he dared.
He must get above the clouds.
If he could reach the altitude in time to signal Don to descend, the young pilot in the helicopter might avoid that sinister vengeance so clearly planned by the irate pilot of the mail craft.
Clearly Garry saw that the man had been anticipating some manifestation of the haunting spectre, had planned a deliberate reprisal.
Justly, as Garry realized, he proposed to take into his own hands the vengeance due for the terrible menace of the evil apparition.
“But—it’s Don—and his intentions were perfectly innocent!” Garry muttered, trying to edge the throttle a notch further on.
The clouds were just above him. He made his climb into a banked, turning ascent, passing through the thin edge of a fluffy vapor, to come out into the clearer air on a level with Don.
Already the young pilot was descending.