THREE:Jeff shook his head.They were high among the mountains, and here and there in the shadows of the rocks and pines were patches of snow, left even yet from the winter. By all the signs the trail was already more than half a day old.
THREE:They compared notes eagerly. Dick and Sandy could hardly forego interrupting one another as they brought their story up to the minute after hearing how Larry had helped to get the pilot to the amphibian, discovering and rescuing the life preserver on the way.While Sandy watched the amphibian and Dick stared at the rapidly approaching sea plane, Larry gazed at the swift hydroplane and noted the feverish attempt on the yacht to get its tender going as it struck the surging water.
THREE:What about Tommy Larsen?When the hangar was first haunted, and we found chewing gum that the ghost had put there, as we thought, he told an interested trio, none of us could work out any answer to the puzzle.
TWO:Sorry, buddies, he said, shaking hands at the pier to which the yacht tied up briefly. Dont let it stand between your coming out to that-there new airport once in awhile to see me. I guess if Atley is through with you hell be done with my crate too, so maybe well meet up one of these days soon. If we do, and I have the money for gas and oil, Larry, you get some more flying instruction. You may not be a crackerjack detective, but when it comes to handling that-there crate, you rate mighty good.The jinx!












