“The ghost hadn’t found anything. We hadn’t!” he argued. “Maybe they’ve decided there is something—and if it isn’t there when they make a good search, they think they know where else to look—and it’s either in the water—or over the water—or——”
“In the swamp where the seaplane crashed!” shouted Sandy, complimenting Dick with a sound smack on his back.
“Then let’s look on that fairway and see if the airplane is there, and if the engine runs.”
The airplane was there. The engine operated readily.
While they discussed these proofs of Dick’s quick wit, the sound of an airplane engine turned all eyes skyward.
“It’s the ‘phib’!” Sandy exclaimed.
“Come on—get in!” Larry urged. “I can fly this crate—and we’ll see what they’re going to do!”
CHAPTER XXV
HIGH WINGS!
If he never did so again, Sandy lived up to his decision to turn over a new leaf for once.
Usually impulsive, generally quick to adopt any new suspicion, he surprised his chums by catching Larry by the coat and dragging him back to the ground as his foot rested on the wing-step bracing.