“Suspicions Sandy—asking that?” he teased.The moment became two—three——23
“Crickety-Christmas!” Larry was amazed. “Are you really telling us you believe in all that?”“I’m one!” cried Sandy, his suspicions swept away. “Number two is named Larry.” “Dick is a dependable third!”
The crowd trooped into the hangar, where Larry, at Jeff’s direction, switched on the overhead electric lamps.
The airplane, with a more powerful engine and better flying qualities, could go higher than the amphibian which was both slower and more clumsy. To that argument he added the information that if the binoculars they had first used were still where Dick had put them, in the airplane pocket, they could find the ship’s “ceiling”—the highest point to which power would take it and the air could still sustain it at flying speed—and from that height, in one look downward discover the truth or falsity of their theory.“That’s queer,” observed Larry. “I see a life preserver hanging in its regular place. This must be another one!”
Skipping many other things that seemed to point out Jeff as the ringleader, deceiving his employer and war buddy, Mr. Everdail, Sandy came down to the present suspicious circumstance.
They did, but no one on board asked for shore leave, either on the day before lifting anchor or during the stay in the Maine waters. Dick and Sandy used ears and eyes alertly; but nothing suspicious looking rewarded their vigilance. seo白帽优化技术:
“How did it get there?” repeated Sandy, stunned.
The stranger had a pleasant, round face, with eyes that twinkled in spite of the creases around them that showed worry. No wonder he was worried, Sandy thought: having deserted the craft they had foiled in its attempt to get the gems, the man had returned from some short foray to discover his craft replaced by another.。
Dick, emerging from the fuselage working compartment, displayed a large, fat, round object.。
“Yes,” he said. “And you suspect me. I know you have, ever since the start of this business——】【。
The man nodded as they walked down toward the highway. After he helped the others to get the water-and-land ’plane onto the field, he grumbled, and had turned the propeller blades till his arms ached, the superstitious pilot, saying he had stumbled and fallen that morning and knew something would go wrong, had decided that they had no time to repair or find the trouble in the amphibian.。