“Looks bad, this-here, don’t it?” He grinned.
Dick, Larry and Sandy were silent.
“I guess I better explain,” Jeff decided. “I didn’t think you was so suspicious and quick or I’d of done different.”
“You can’t trap us!” challenged Sandy.
“Trap you?——”
“Well, didn’t you make friends with us and let us work on your crate and help get passengers that you never took up? Didn’t you say you’d give us a joy-ride, then come straight here, cut out your ignition and make believe you had a dead stick, land and then try to get us into this haunted hangar?” Sandy ran out of breath and stopped.
“I do think you ought to explain!” Larry said quietly.
“Yes, I did all that—and I guess I will explain. I meant to, anyhow—or I wouldn’t have brought you here.”
They waited, neither convinced nor satisfied.
Fixing accusing eyes on Sandy, Jeff spoke: