mother remained calm and the traveling men started a card game. When
the sky finally lightened, they were over a great, flat expanse of
country with a chain of mountains barely visible in the west. Jane
guessed they must be somewhere in Canada, just east of the Rockies.
Fifteen minutes later the plane landed and taxied across a weedy field
to a lonely road that wound across the prairie. A truck, laden with
barrels of gasoline, was waiting. Jane and the others were not
permitted to leave the cabin while Bardo forced Charlie Fischer and his
co-pilot to help fill the wing tanks. When that task was done, Bardo
entered the cabin.
"Get out," he told the traveling men.
"Hey, you can't maroon us like this," the older one protested.
"Get out," repeated Bardo, his black eyes snapping, and they hastened
to obey.
Jane and Sue started to follow the traveling men, but Bardo's soft
voice stopped them.
"Stay here. We want you to take care of this youngster. His mother gets
off here."
Mrs. Condon's protests were to no avail and she was shoved roughly from
the plane.
Bardo disappeared up ahead and presently the motors started. Mellotti
locked the door and the plane swung around for a dash across the field.
Jane's face blanched as she saw Charlie Fischer and the co-pilot
standing on the ground. Bardo was flying the plane. She and Sue and
Jackie Condon were alone with the kidnapers.
Bardo appeared to be a flyer of above average ability for he handled
the large plane easily. They sped westward, climbing over what Jane was
sure were the snow-crested Canadian Rockies. Then they dropped down the
other side, and a great expanse of water loomed ahead.
The plane turned northward, skimming over the coast line. For fully an
hour they went on and then Bardo brought the transport down on a long
shingle of sand. It was an easy landing and Jane admired his skill.
Moored nearby was a seaplane and in a clump of trees a hundred yards
from the beach were two cabins. It was an ideal hideaway and Jane knew
that unless a miracle happened, there was little chance of searching
parties finding them.
The girls and Jackie were ordered to the larger of the two cabins.
"You take care of the boy. It'll be just too bad if anything happens to
him," said Bardo darkly. They had been joined by a third man, evidently
the pilot of the seaplane. Like the gunmen who had captured the
transport, he was dark and swarthy.
Jackie was a delightful youngster and Jane and Sue admired his calm
courage.
"Of course I was scared," he said, "but I didn't dare let those fellows
know. I guess we'll just have to wait until someone comes along and
rescues us."
He was brave about it, but Jane knew that no one was going to come
along and rescue them. They would be held until Jackie's mother paid
the ransom demand or----. But Jane couldn't think of the other
possibility and she set her mind to working on some plan of escape.
There was plenty of food in the cabin and the girls and Jackie were
given the freedom of the beach. That first night Jane couldn't sleep
much, turning and tossing as she tried to evolve some plan of escape.
To attempt to flee in the transport was impossible for she didn't know
the first thing about piloting one of the big ships. But the seaplane.
That was different. Of course she had never flown one, but it looked
like a common biplane only instead of wheels it had pontoons. Certainly
the operation must be the same.
Jane was up with the dawn. The seaplane was still moored a few yards
from the beach, the canvas cover shielding the motor.
Throughout the day she waited, hoping the men might leave the beach for
a few minutes, but her hopes were unavailing. Night came and they were
locked in the cabin.
When she was sure that no one was within earshot, Jane told Sue and
Jackie what she hoped to do.
"If I can get out to the seaplane and get it started I'm sure we'll be
able to get away," she whispered, "but first we've got to get out of
the cabin."
They tried the windows, one by one, and the third appeared loose.
Working quietly with a kitchen knife they finally slid the window
aside.
The darkness was heavy and Jane slipped through the window first.
Jackie was second and finally Sue. The lights were out in the other
cabin and they moved swiftly down to the beach. Little waves lapped the
sand.
"Do you think the water's deep?" Sue whispered.
"I've got to chance it," replied Jane. "The rowboat's padlocked. Here
goes."
She plunged in boldly. The bottom fell away gradually and the water was
only a little more than waist deep when she reached the pontoons and
pulled herself aboard.
Turning, she called softly to Sue.
"Wade out with Jackie. It isn't deep."
A minute later Sue, holding Jackie in her arms, was beside the seaplane
and Jane helped them aboard.
"Get into the forward cockpit," she said. "I'm going to cast off the
mooring line."
Once free of the line which held it, the seaplane started drifting
along parallel with the beach. Jane scrambled back to the pilot's
cockpit after pulling the canvas off the motor. Guardedly she turned on
the light over the dash. Some of the instruments were unfamiliar, but
it was a standard control plane. Her heart leaped for she knew she
would be able to fly it.
"What are we going to do now?" asked Sue.
"Wait for dawn."
"But that will be hours."
"We can't risk a takeoff in the night," replied Jane. "Make yourselves
as comfortable as you can. At least we're on our way."
Through the night they drifted, the current keeping them just offshore.
With the first light, Jane saw they were at least three miles from the
cabins. In a few more minutes their absence would be discovered.
"Wake up," she told Sue and Jackie. "We're starting home."
Jane primed the motor and snapped the starter switch. The motor failed
to catch and she primed it again, this time successfully. The trim
plane shook as the propeller spun in the early morning light.
In order to take off into the wind, Jane was forced to turn the plane
toward the cabin. Then she opened the throttle, gritted her teeth and
held the stick hard. The seaplane leaped forward, skimming the tiny
waves. It shook itself free and Jane knew they were a step nearer home.
They passed close enough to the beach to see Bardo and his two fellow
kidnapers run from the cabin. Then Jane banked the seaplane and sped
southward. Where they were headed she could only guess, but they were
one their way.
Sue yelled and pointed back. Jane turned. The kidnapers were getting
the transport ready for flight, but it would be at least another five
minutes before they could get into the air.
They rounded a rocky headland and Jane dropped the seaplane low, barely
skimming the water. They would be harder to follow down low.
The top speed of the seaplane was 110 an hour and Jane knew that the
transport, capable of almost double that, would soon be upon them. They
must find shelter soon.
Fifteen minutes later the transport, coming low and fast, roared into
view. Not more than five minutes was between the planes now and still
no village had been sighted. The distance between the planes was
vanishing like magic when Jane caught sight of a trail of smoke out to
sea. It was a desperate chance but worth it.
Banking the seaplane sharply, she sped away from the coast with the
transport diving at an angle to cut her off. It was going to be close,
but Jane pushed the throttle wide open and somehow the little craft
found an added ten miles an hour.
The outlines of the ship appeared. It was low and rakish and painted
grey, but whatever it was, it looked like a haven. A cry from Sue drew
Jane's attention from the pursuing plane.
"The coast guard!" shouted Sue and Jane's heart leaped. She dove for
the ship, waving frantically. Above her the transport circled, afraid
to follow.
Jane, too elated to worry about the hazard of landing the seaplane,
made an almost perfect descent and taxied alongside the coast guard
vessel, which had been brought to a halt. Officers and men lined the
rail for it was seldom that two girls and a boy appeared in a seaplane.
Jane stood up and cupped her hands.
"Can you take us aboard? We've got Jackie Condon, the missing film
star."
"You've what?" roared the amazed commander.
Jane repeated her message and a boat was dropped by the destroyer. It
came alongside the seaplane handsomely, took the mooring line, and
towed the plane up to the destroyer. Jane went aboard and told her
story to the astounded commander. The radio cracked out the good news
that a whole nation had been waiting to hear. Then followed directions
intended to bring the apprehension of Bardo and his band of kidnapers.
The destroyer, en route to Alaska, turned about and with funnels
trailing heavy ribbons of oily smoke, sped toward Seattle under forced
draft. Jane and Sue looked over the rail at the mountainous coast line
of British Columbia. In less than a week, they would be back on the
transcontinental, settling into their routine work.
"Know what day this is?" asked Jane.
"Our first anniversary," smiled Sue. "We joined the airways just a year
ago. Think how much has happened?"
"Just think how much more can happen in the coming year," replied Jane,
wondering vaguely what new adventure might be ahead of them.
THE END