Jeff was too upset to pilot; and since the morning adventure he had no second control stick; but he could give instructions.
“I see a light,” Sandy said as the airplane swung far out over the dark water. “A green light, but the hydroplane wouldn’t carry lights.”
As they swung in a banked turn to circle over the Sound, the green disappeared and its place was taken, as it seemed, by red.
“Dick!” Sandy turned and gestured, pointing.
“I see it!” Dick located the tiny light well below them.
“The hydroplane must have its electric running light switched on,” Sandy mused, unable to convey his idea, because Larry had the engine going full on.
“That must be the hydroplane,” Dick decided. “He—whoever is in it—is afraid to run without his lights.”
Three swift flicks of his own flash showed to Jeff.
“Larry, they’ve spotted that-there boat,” Jeff spoke through the tube to the young pilot. “Yep. More to the left. That’s it—both at the same time! Stick to the left, rudder, too. Good boy. Now the stick comes back to neutral. Hold her as she is—better cut down the throttle a little as we bank and turn to the left.”
Thus began their flight for a fortune!