“But it had to be a pilot who did all the things we have evidence of, Dick.”
“Well—there’s another pilot!”
“And he’s flying after Jeff!” gasped the detective—leaping up he started out. “Come, boys—Larry, will you try to fly us? I’ve been on the wrong angle all along. Will you take us in Jeff’s airplane, Larry?”
Larry would!
Jacketed from the supply Jeff kept for passengers, two of the Sky Patrol and a discomfited detective rose in the air and joined the pursuit.
It was to have an unexpected outcome.
CHAPTER XXXIII
A BATTLE ABOVE THE CLOUDS
Hour after hour, into a North wind that cut down their forward mileage somewhat, Larry held the airplane.
He flew low, in order to hold the coastline of the ocean, because he did not dare try to navigate, inexperienced as he was, with no practice at “blind flying” above the clouds.
Thunderstorms menaced, but always they were to the inland side, and Larry did not have to pass through them, or climb above them and lose his way.