They ran back through the orchard to the meadow where the others were standing.
“Are you sure?” asked the Duke.
“Certain. She’s got the same markings. Look! She’s coming down!”
Above them in the clear blue of the early morning sky the little ’plane was slowly circling towards the earth.
“Say — who’ll this be?” asked Rex, anxiously.
“Marie Lou,” said the Duke.
“Ner...” Simon shook his head. “She can’t fly a ’plane.”
“It must be...” Richard laughed excitedly. “No one but Marie Lou knew about my ’plane and where to meet us.”
The machine was down to five hundred feet now; in a long sweep it curved into the wind and ’planed down towards them.
“Two people in her,” murmured De Richleau.