But with his nerves taut, by sheer power of his cool will forcing himself to work steadily but not sharply, he brought the nose up, closing his eyes to that wild nightmare of water seeming to be leaping toward the airplane.
Jeff shut his eyes. Then he opened them again. No use to try a jump, no use to do anything but be ready if——
Sandy braced himself.
The airplane was flattening out!
Larry was operating the stick!
The nose came up steadily—with a fraction of time to the good, they began to come out of the glide to level flight.
Larry braced himself against the slap of the wheels into the surface water. That might offer just enough resistance to nose them in.
He must be ready to open the throttle and pull up the nose—but he must not do it too soon, or do it at all in his strained, excited state—he might go too far.
Level! The airplane skimmed, it seemed to Larry, inches above the slightly ruffled water.
Gently he drew back the stick, opening the throttle carefully.