“Whatever you looked like,” Sandy retorted, “you did a mighty big thing, crawling out onto that open covering in the wind, risking being snatched off or slipping, or having the airplane shake loose your grip!”
“I agree with Sandy,” Miss Serena declared. “It was a very fine thing——”
“I think so,” agreed Sandy. “He gave me one gift for my birthday at breakfast. But just now he made me a present of my life.”
“He did that for all of us.” Larry put an arm affectionately around his chum’s shoulders.
“A very fine thing, Dick.” Miss Serena smiled gently. “Now you had better go and lie down, and I’ll have the maid bring up some hot cocoa and something for you to eat.”
“That is just what I need, ma’am,” Sandy told her.
“I think we’d better get this crate into the hangar—we’ll get the gardener and the caretaker and push it in,” Dick suggested. “I always get over a scare quicker if I’m busy doing something to take my mind away from it.”
“Very well,” the lady agreed. “I shall have a good lunch ready when you come in.”
She started away, but turned back.
“What caused the—the—trouble?”