“Look—toward shore!” screamed Sandy.
CHAPTER VI
THE END OF THE CHASE
Instantly the situation became clear to the Sky Patrol.
Having heard their own engine, the pilot of the seaplane had decided to risk a dash out of the fog and to try to escape.
Their own airplane had been headed south, down the coast.
When they climbed above the lower shoreward mist the cry from Sandy drew their attention to the seaplane, even higher than they were, and going fast across the narrow end of the island.
“Now we can catch them and ride them down!” exulted Dick.
Jeff dropped a wing sharply—kicking rudder at the same time. Onto the trail swung their craft. Righting it Jeff gave the engine all it would take, climbing.
“They’re getting ahead—getting away from us!” cried Sandy.
Larry, more conversant with flying tactics, decided that Jeff meant to get to a higher level than they occupied, to outclimb the less flexible seaplane, so that he could swoop upon it with the advantage of elevation to help him overtake it.