Jane Stewardess of the Air Lines Part 31

"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 s.h.i.+ngle 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 s.h.i.+ps. 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 s.h.i.+elding 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 c.o.c.kpit," 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 c.o.c.kpit 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 offsh.o.r.e.

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 pa.s.sed 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 vanis.h.i.+ng 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 s.h.i.+p 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 s.h.i.+p, 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.