I had certainly picked up Stockhurst. But where was the agreed sign?

Something surely must have happened! Why did not Teddy show us his

light?

The time was quite correct. We were only ten minutes late. I knew my

friend too well to put his silence down to mere forgetfulness.

No. Something had happened!

Both of us strained our eyes into that black, cavernous space below, as

we hovered in mid-air full of hesitation and perplexity.

There was but one thing to do, namely, to make our way back, for a

landing there was quite impossible, scarcely anything being

distinguishable save a small winding stream. Besides, I was without

knowledge as to whether the wind had changed since I had left the farm.

It probably had.

Suddenly, flying as low as I really dared, I struck out a little to the

south making a complete circle of Stockhurst, but avoiding Mayfield. I

had no desire to rouse the town again by the noise of my exhaust, for in

those days of Zeppelin peril the throb of aircraft engines was always

alarming, and more especially at night.

Three times did I circle round, but failed to attract Teddy's attention.

Suddenly Roseye nudged me and pointed eagerly down to the left. Her

quick eyes had detected a tiny white light showing, which looked like

short and long sparks.

My heart gave a bound. Yes, it was Teddy!

Yet we were now so high again, to avoid the surrounding hills, that his

flash-lamp only looked a tiny point of light.

He flashed some message in Morse, but I only got a few letters.

Would he repeat it? We both watched breathlessly, as I headed the

machine in his direction.

Yes!

Again the light spoke in the "longs" and "shorts" of the Morse code,

which both Roseye and I could understand.

Together we read it.

"_Return in an hour_," he signalled.

Why? I wondered. What could have occurred?

Somehow, by the appearance of his light, I thought he must be signalling

in secret, and not in the open.

He would expect some acknowledgment from me, telling him that I

understood.

Therefore I elevated our searchlight so as to shine upward, instead of

below. Then, touching the lever, a long beam of white light shot

skyward for a second.

Afterwards I shut it off, and made straight away due southward by the

compass, greatly puzzled.

What could possibly have happened?

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