The seaplane wavered, caught itself in a steadier line. In the pursuing airplane three youthful faces grew intent.
What was wrong?
“She’s diving!” screamed Sandy.
“Something has happened!” decided Larry.
Down, almost like a hawk falling to its prey, the seaplane went through the still air.
“Somebody’s on the wing—he’s jumping clear!” shouted Dick.
Trembling with excitement Larry caught up the binoculars. They were still too far behind for clear vision unaided by glasses.
“He has that life preserver in one hand—there he goes!” cried Dick.
Silhouetted against the northern blue of the sky, with a tiny white circle showing sharply in the sunlight, the leaping person fell clear of the diving seaplane, while Larry, shaking with excitement, tried to focus his glasses and train them on the falling object.
“He’s harnessed to a parachute—there goes the ripcord!” Sandy would have leaped to his feet but for his restraining safety belt.