Larry, thinking of that, but hoping against hope that for all his lack of experience he might see some opportunity to stop the other man, banked moderately and began to circle.
They watched, breathlessly.
The amphibian, under Jeff’s adroit piloting, side-slipped from under its danger.
“Good!” panted Dick, unaware that his voice carried through the tube to Larry, who nodded.
“He’s trying to climb higher,” added Dick.
“But he can’t outclimb the biplane, unless—”
Larry breathed a prayer of thanksgiving. Sandy was all right, saved for the time being from danger of being driven down.
A bright idea struck Dick.
“Listen, Larry,” he said into his tube. “If we could fly level with the amphibian, I could use my flashlight to flick a message to Sandy, and tell him to lower the life preserver while we fly directly under his craft, until we catch it and pull it into our ship.”
Larry nodded.