'shorts' followed by a number of 'longs' in order to tell me that all was clear.
But we could discern no signal!
Still lower I descended and circled about until I had actually picked out the pointed spire of Stockhurst church.
Yet there was still no sign.
Roseye saw how puzzled I had become, and extended her palms to denote dismay. What could have gone wrong? Where was the hitch?
Back I turned over Mayfield again, and once more took certain bearings, for night-flying is always fraught with many difficulties, and one can so very easily get lost. I consulted both map and compass very carefully, satisfying myself at last that I had made no mistake.
I had certainly picked up Stockhurst. But where was the agreed sign?
Something surely must have happened! Why did not Teddy show us his light?
The time was quite correct. We were only ten minutes late. I knew my friend too well to put his silence down to mere forgetfulness.
No. Something had happened!
Both of us strained our eyes into that black, cavernous space below, as we hovered in mid-air full of hesitation and perplexity.
There was but one thing to do, namely, to make our way back, for a landing there was quite impossible, scarcely anything being distinguishable save a small winding stream. Besides, I was without knowledge as to whether the wind had changed since I had left the farm. It probably had.
