Like a cat the figure squirmed, a heel, small and sharp, came down on his foot. He grunted and winced and the figure broke his grip.
Pushing him, leaping backward, only to catch balance, the form wheeled on agile feet and ran for the grove.
Sandy, within sighting distance, cut into the wood to intersect the path of flight.
Dick pounded after the woman.
From the door of the hangar Larry and Mr. Whiteside emerged to join the chase.
“If I could have held her one second more!—” panted Dick.
“Her?” cried Larry.
The grove had prevented him from seeing the escaping figure.
“It was Mimi, I guess!”
They all disappeared into the grove, and Jeff, coming rapidly closer, paused to listen to the sound of the pursuit.