Sandy and Phyl were delighted to learn by
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radio that the radar-blinding sheath appeared to be working perfectly.
“What fun!” Phyl joked. “At last we have them chasing us-even if it’s only on radar!”
The two girls had brought a hot picnic snack.
“Let’s let them wonder for a while,” Sandy said mischievously, switching off the radio. “We won’t even tell them we’re landing for lunch.”
Sandy set the small plane down neatly in a level field fringed with woods. As they opened their picnic hamper, the girls noticed another plane drawing steadily closer in the sky. Moments later, they were startled as it swooped down and landed near the Pigeon Special.
Two men climbed out and strode toward Sandy and Phyl. One, heavily built with close-cropped, gray hair, held a gun. He aimed it menacingly at the girls.
CHAPTER XI
SKY-DROP
“HOW convenient that your plane cannot be detected on radar, Miss Swift!”
The man’s voice was guttural and faintly accented. “Your brother has no idea that you have landed here. Nor will he be able to track the ship when we take off.”
Sandy and Phyl exchanged quick, fearful glances. “Th-they must have been listening in on our radio conversation!” Phyl murmured in a frightened voice.
“You’re right,” the gunman sneered. Suddenly Sandy noticed the pilot-a woman, attractive but hard-faced-watching from the cabin doorway of the enemy craft.
“Just who are you?” Sandy demanded of the man.
“My gun is all the answer you need. Tie their hands, Nick!”
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