=首页If the stick was jammed, it might be possible to get into the fuselage. There he might operate the elevator cable by hand enough to get that nose up more, flatten the glide, maybe enough to enable Larry, who alone had a stick, to swing around and come down on land—somehow.
“Jeff didn’t turn a hair,” Sandy murmured under his breath. “He knew all about it, of course. But—just you wait, Jefferson-boy, till Mr. Everdail ‘springs’ the trap.”From the door of the hangar Larry and Mr. Whiteside emerged to join the chase.
“He’s trying to climb higher,” added Dick.
Jeff agreed, made his bank and turn, as Sandy saw the drift of a plume of smoke on the horizon, to get into the wind.“Be still,” cried Everdail. “We can thresh it out later. Right now let’s get those emeralds.”
“He’s coming around—fella—who did this-here to you?”
=首页:Climb they did, until the sea dropped down to a gray-green, flat expanse and only the powerful binoculars Larry was using could pick out the cruising hydroplane slowly verging away from the shore in an apparently aimless voyage.
“Buddies—closer’n brothers,” nodded Jeff.
“Yes! There they are! Just a little below our level.”。
“That doesn’t prove she did, Dick. The real ones were hardly ever removed from safe deposit,” Sandy argued.。
“You won’t find out anything by that, Atley.”。