Almost instantly Dick again removed the chilly glasses, stuck his arm out ahead of him with his forearm and hand elevated, and motioned forward with the wrist and hand.
The signal was relayed by Sandy.
“Resume straight flight.”
Larry, getting the message correctly, reversed control, brought the airplane back to straight, level position on the new angle, and held it steady, revving up his engine and lifting the nose in a climb as Sandy gave him Dick’s sign, hand pointed straight upward, to climb.
“What in the world are they going to do?” he wondered.
“Have they discovered us?” Dick pondered the possibility.
“I can’t guess this one,” Sandy muttered. “They started to turn one way, then went on only a little off the old course, and now they’re coming up toward where we are.”
The problem was not answered, either by the continued gain in elevation or by the later change of plan.
“They’re gliding!”
Dick, as he made the exclamation, gestured with his arm toward the earth.