Quickly he peered to the side and back, downward at the water in the place where the first landing flare2 had settled into the water.
Just a little closer to their position, should have been the spot where the clever miscreant3 might have abandoned the boat.
Sooner than that, Sandy guessed, the unknown person could not have quit the hydroplane: otherwise the turning from shore would have continued and the hydroplane, instead of proceeding4 in a straight course away from land, would have swept in a wide circle, round and round.
“There’s no life preserver in the boat either—so that’s what the mystery man used to swim away with—Mr. Everdail’s jewels!” he added.
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Straining his eyes, he peered, looking for a bobbing head, a round white object supporting a body, as the flare died. Dick, arguing in much the same fashion, stared from the other side of the fuselage and gave a shout of elation5.
“There!”
His arm pointed6.
Sandy prodded7 Jeff, and quickly the pilot, much recovered, gave Larry his instructions.
“Nose up—we’re getting too low. Right! Now a right bank—not too steep. Don’t get excited. That-there lad in the hydroplane headed her outbound and then took to the water. Now we’re heading in—steady with that-there rudder—don’t try to jam her around—now she’s all right. Level off and hold her as she is.”
Larry obeyed all instructions, doing the work as Jeff gave the order. Larry was rapidly growing sure of his ability.
He fought down the excitement that wanted to express itself in hasty manipulation of his controls and kept a steady hand and a cool brain.
Dick, scribbling8 hurriedly, passed a note to Sandy, who read it in the light of the flash, and then passed both paper and light to Jeff.
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Dick, recalling a wide, spacious9 cement-floored parking space at a nearby bathing resort, had suggested “setting down” there. As he read the note Jeff shook his head.
“Dangerous trying to land there!” was the note Jeff passed back as Larry flew the airplane at just above stalling speed toward the shore. Dick agreed. After all, there might be automobiles11 in the parking lines, and the light might be bad for Larry. Even using a power-stall by which, with the engine going and a flat gliding12 angle, the airplane could settle gradually closer until it took the ground with hardly a jar, the maneuver13 would not be safe, Dick admitted.
“Here comes another ’plane!” Sandy called out, taking the flashlamp from Jeff again as the older pilot handed it back. “He’s flying right after us.”
They all located the drone of the other engine.
“Steady, Larry!” Jeff cautioned. “Hold as you are. That-there is our amphibian14—and I reckon the boss is doing the control job.”
The amphibian, as they made out its pontoon understructure, came fairly close alongside. Its speed was almost identical with their own and at first all four occupants of the land crate15 wondered who was in it, and why.
“Signaling!” cried Larry, cutting the gun and turning to observe.
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“All right, buddy,” admonished16 Jeff. “Stick to your job. Sandy or Dick will read the dots and dashes—if he’s using Morse code——”
“He is spelling out something with his flashlight,” Sandy decided17, as he saw short flickers18 and longer dashes of light while the amphibian kept a course within close range but at safe wing distance.
“I’ve got it!” Dick passed forward his paper.
“‘G-i-v-e r-e-p-o-r-t,’” Sandy read, and as he handed Jeff the note, Sandy, using his own light, sent back the Morse code answer:
“Man swimming ashore19 with life belt.”
Then, with the beam directed in the path the mysterious unknown must have taken, he tried to show the occupant of the amphibian what he meant.
Evidently the endeavor succeeded, for the amphibian dived, and took to the water, while Larry, directed by Jeff, swept around in a circle out of range if the amphibian rose unexpectedly, but within visual range of its maneuvers20.
Watching intently, his comrades saw that the amphibian kept on toward shore in a taxiing course on the water surface.
A shout greeted the advent21 of an automobile10 on a shore drive. As it swung around a curve, close to the water, its bright headlights fell in a sweeping22 line across the water—and picked out a round, white dot bobbing, vividly23 lit, in the rays.
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The amphibian was headed directly for it.
It went close, just as the swinging lights swerved24 and were gone.
“drop another flare!” shouted Larry.
Sandy caught and relayed the suggestion as they retained their swinging curve.
With the glare from the dropped light picking out things in sharp silhouette25, they saw a man clamber out onto a pontoon and rescue the floating prize.
“Now, I wonder if that is Mr. Everdail—or if it’s somebody else?” thought Larry, correcting for a tendency of the nose to fall away.
“Whoever it is,” he concluded, “he can’t get away. He has the life preserver. But we have superior speed. And a good tankful of fuel.”
He glanced at the gauge26 to reassure27 himself, made an almost automatic correction of a wing tip, pushing up in a gust28 of air as he saw that his surmise29 about fuel was correct.
There was no need for the concern that all four felt for the moment.
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As soon as it got under way again and took up its climb, the amphibian, coming to their level, showed its pilot holding up the life preserver, as the flare still settled toward the water. In the glow they recognized the triumphant30, smiling millionaire.
The flight back to the landing field was without event. Larry made the landing first, and his companions tumbled out to join the waiting cluster of people while they all “took hold” to run the airplane out of the way so that the spiraling amphibian, its wheels down, could shoot the flare-lit field, and land.
“Here!” Mr. Everdail was triumphant as he threw the life preserver out of his cockpit to Larry. “As I live and breathe, that life preserver ought to be in a museum!” He grinned as he came to the ground. “That’s the flyingest life preserver I ever saw—first it goes joy-riding in a seaplane, then in the ‘phib’ and now it runs off on the Sound and comes riding back with me.”
“Let’s see what’s in that-there!” Jeff urged. “That’s most important, right now!”
The crowd trooped into the hangar, where Larry, at Jeff’s direction, switched on the overhead electric lamps.
Close around Mr. Everdail, Jeff, Captain Parks and Miss Serena, with the youthful Sky Patrol in their midst, the rest of the sailors, and most of the house servants gathered.
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“Somebody give me a good knife,” ordered Mr. Everdail. “We’ll cut this thing to ribbons and get rid of all the suspense31!”
Larry held out the round, heavy inflated32 “doughnut” as half a dozen pocket knives were unclasped and held out to the millionaire.
Taking the long-bladed one Sandy produced, Mr. Everdail advanced.
“Hold on, sir!” Captain Parks stepped forward.
“What’s the matter, Parks?”
“Son, turn that preserver over—let me see the other side.”
Surprised, Larry did as he asked.
They all saw the captain’s face assume an expression of disgust.
“That’s not the life preserver from the Tramp,” he grunted33.
“What?”
“You know as well as I do, sir,” the yacht captain turned to his employer to answer his amazed cry, “you know that all the life preservers have the yacht’s name and port painted on them.”
“And that’s so, too,” said the mate, advancing and backing up his captain’s declaration.
“No, sirree!” Captain Parks stated. “That’s not the yacht property. It hasn’t any marks on it at all.”
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“Maybe it’s the one off the hydroplane,” Larry was dejected, but not convinced that the life preserver was a strange one to all.
“Not that!” the mate declared. “It’ud be marked Scorpion34. No, Mr. Everdail, this is no life preserver we’ve ever seen before.”
“Well, anyhow, I’m going to cut into it.”
“Please, sir, do that!” urged Sandy. “I can be sure it’s the one we found in the airplane fuselage, anyhow—I remember that little rusty35 stain in the cover.”
“Cut,” said Jeff, “but something tells me you’ll waste time.”
Sandy, Larry and Dick shook their heads, looking hopeful.
But Jeff was right!
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