CHAPTER IVIN THE HANDS OF SPIES
Worrals, in the grip of the two men, struggled desperately. “Frecks!” she screamed. “The message—take it.”
Not until then did Frecks realize that Worrals had reached the message, and torn it from the line on which it had been suspended. She had assumed, not unnaturally, that the aircraft had picked it up. In answer to Worrals’s urgent cry she dashed out into the open without really knowing what she was going to do. Actually she was far more concerned about Worrals than the message.
Worrals, however, thought differently. She saw Frecks coming, and with a shrill “Catch!” sent the message, which was a small, flat compact packet, skimming over the heads of her captors.
Frecks made a brilliant catch, whereupon one of the men made a dash at her. She eluded him
