“Where will help come from?” asked Mary. “No one knows we are here, Tom.”
Before he could answer there came the sound of shouting voices and the tooting of an automobile horn from somewhere in the distance.
“Maybe that’s help now,” Tom said. “But they’ve got to hurry,” he added grimly. “We’re sinking fast!”
CHAPTER V
THE AIR MONARCH
Rapidly the small plane settled in the mud and water. It was down almost to the edge of the cockpit, and Tom was about to advise Mary to climb out and up on the upper surface of the wings, which he, likewise was going to do, when shouts over to the left attracted the attention of the two.
A couple of men—automobile mechanics to judge by their grease-soiled garments—stood on the edge of the bog, waving their hands.
“Hold fast!” the taller one urged. “We’ll get you in a minute!”
“You can’t come out here!” Tom shouted back. “It’s a regular quicksand. You’ll get in yourselves!”
“There’s some sort of a boat here,” said the other man. “We’re coming out in that!”
“A boat! Then they’ll save us!” gasped Mary.