CHAPTER 8AN UNWELCOME VISITOR
Later, ten minutes before Bill Ashton in the transport plane was due to arrive, found the comrades out on the causse, waiting, listening. The weather was not bad, but it was not as good as Worrals could have wished. In a sky partly covered with cloud a few stars gave a feeble light, but the air was at least clear, and what was more important, there was no wind. Lighting arrangements had been made in accordance with the simple plan decided on with Bill; that is to say, as soon as the machine was heard overhead, a line of six ordinary electric torches, pointing upwards, was to be evenly spaced along the actual runway. On this line of lights the machine would land, finishing its run at the end where Worrals, with yet another torch, was to show a series of flashe
