“Jeff calls it a ‘jinx’—a ‘hoodoo’,” responded Dick.
“Jeff is silly,” she said with some annoyance. “There are no such things.”
“I don’t know—” Larry took up the argument. “It is not usual for a cable to jam. It might break, but one shouldn’t get caught.”
“I see. Don’t think for a moment, Lawrence, that it was caused by anything but Jeff’s carelessness, because of his fears.”
She went to get their lunch ordered.
“Did I play up to you all right?” Larry asked. “I saw you didn’t want to explain anything.” Dick nodded.
“You did just what I wanted,” he said. “Let’s get the airplane in. Then we can talk.”
With others of the new group of servants they took the craft to its place.
As soon as they were alone, Dick climbed up onto the back of the fuselage, dived down into the small space, while Larry waited an agreed signal, in the after seat, and pulled his chum out.
“Great snakes!” cried Sandy, then lowering his voice. “How did that get there?”