“Aren’t you worried about Bud’s making a play for Venus?” Phyl teased Sandy.
“Why should I be?” Sandy said impishly. “I’ll find myself a new steady with a classic profile like Mars.”
Bud pretended to be alarmed. “What are you two trying to do?” he asked.
“Scare me off this project before I even get started?”
Sandy giggled. “I didn’t know you cared!”
“Don’t be too sure of him, Sis,” Tom joked. “His heart belongs to a rocket ship.”
“Not the Astrodyne, or that sky buggy they’ve planned for me,” Bud said disgustedly. “The Swifts’ Challenger can fly rings around both of ‘em!” The Challenger was Tom’s amazing repelatron-powered space craft in which he had reached the moon.
After dessert and more dancing, the four friends were about to leave when the waiter handed Tom a note. He opened it and read: Better not go home in helicopter or your life will be in danger!
CHAPTER IV
ANOTHER AMBUSH?
THE warning note was unsigned. Without betraying his reaction, Tom folded the paper again, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to Bud.
“Let’s go wash, fly-boy, before we start home. Excuse us, girls?”
“Yes,” Sandy answered.
In the washroom Tom took out the note and showed it to Bud. Bud’s face flamed with anger as he read the message.
“Those dirty rats!” he cried. “They must have trailed our copter by car-and seen us come down on the field. Skipper, I don’t know who sent this, but after what happened to your car, I wouldn’t take a chancel”
Tom did not underrate the danger, but pointed out, “This note may have been written by some crank and might have no connection with that road ambush.”
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