Already the drone of the amphibian came from the shore side of the field, and in a low, quick swing, followed by a zooming departure, Jeff and Mr. Whiteside passed overhead.
“Now,” Larry remarked, “it’s up to Sandy.”
“Yep!” Dick agreed. “And it will be a close thing for him.”
“If he does!” grunted the caretaker.
For the answer they had to wait till dark.
CHAPTER XXVII
SANDY’S DISCOVERY
Although he was the central figure in an unusual situation, Sandy was more puzzled than enlightened by its surprising development.
A footrace against a flying ship was novel enough; but the maneuver of the amphibian was still more strange. It was baffling to Sandy.
Sandy gave up the race very quickly.
Hearing the approach of an aircraft he sought concealment under roadside trees, continuing his steady trot. His heart sank as he identified the amphibian making its swinging oval from water to land and around the fairway and back.