They did not, however, divine what he planned to do!
CHAPTER XX
A PACKAGE OF MONEY
Before they reached the aircraft plant toward which they pedaled with all their power, Bob, Curt and Al saw a light flare up.
“That’s the flying field ready for a hop,” panted Al. “Hurry!”
“Do you think it could be Lang?” Curt asked.
“Who else?” Bob retorted, pedaling faster.
“There’s nobody at the gate,” Curt called. They were near enough to see the open gateway.
“The watchman’s helping with chocks and spinning the prop.”
Bob, increasing his pedal revolutions, forging ahead, spoke over his shoulder.
“Wait!” called Curt. “What are you going to do?”