In Plane Sight by Franklin W. Dixon Page A

it to work all right. Help yourself. I’m going to call in the news that I found you and you’re okay.” He handed Frank the cell phone and picked up the two-way radio receiver for himself.
    The ranger called into park headquarters while Frank dialed Jamal. The brothers arranged to have Jamal pick them up; the ranger called off the search-and-rescue operation that had been sent out to find the boys. The brothers then called their parents to let them know that they were okay.
    â€œJamal’s renting a car,” Frank told Joe. “He’ll meet us at the ranger station at the southern edge of the park.”
    â€œI told the search-and-rescue guys to keep the media away,” the ranger said. “I figure you guys have gone through enough for one day.”
    â€œDefinitely!” Joe exclaimed.
    In half an hour they arrived at the ranger station. Jamal showed up soon after that. He’d brought a fresh change of clothes for the brothers, who were more than glad to get out of their wet clothes.
    â€œSo, you told the rangers about the sniper in the woods,” Jamal said.
    â€œWe said that we thought someone was shooting at us,” Frank replied.
    â€œThey said that the property on the north side of the lake was private land and out of their jurisdiction, but they’d look into it,” Joe added. “They’re checking for the other parachutist too. But I doubt they’ll find him. It’s a pretty big area to search.”
    â€œThey seemed to think the shooter might have been a hunter who mistook us for a game animal in the dark,” said Frank.
    â€œYou guys don’t think so, though,” Jamal said.
    â€œThe person with the gun chased us,” Joe said. “You might fire one shot at a shape in the darkness by mistake, but not a half dozen.”
    â€œSo, do you think it was the parachutist?” Jamal asked.
    Joe shook his head. “If that guy had a weapon handy, why did he attack me with a parachute?”
    â€œMaybe he had an accomplice on the ground,” Frank said.
    â€œMaybe they landed the plane nearby and came after you,” Jamal suggested.
    â€œCould be,” Joe said, “though we didn’t see the plane land in the fog.”
    â€œHang on,” Frank said. “The tracks we saw on the ice might have been from a plane, right?”
    â€œIt’d be pretty risky landing on that ice,” Jamal said.
    â€œBut they’d need to pick up the second hijacker,” Joe said. “And shooting us might seem a good idea to the thieves—to get rid of witnesses.”
    â€œIt still doesn’t explain where the gun came from,” Frank said, “unless the pilot had it in the cockpit.”
    â€œCriminals have been known to carry weapons,” Jamal said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
    Three quarters of an hour later they arrived back at Scott Field. The night was pitch-black. Patches of fog still limited visibility at the airfield. Jamal had borrowed the car he was using from Elise; arranging to rent one would have taken too much time.
    â€œShe was really glad you guys were okay,” Jamal said as he pulled the car into the administration building parking lot. “This whole thing really has her flustered.” They parked the car and got out. “She said I should slip the car keys through the mail slot in the door. She was going home to try to get some rest.”
    â€œAll the trouble with the show must be pretty stressful,” Joe said.
    â€œI think she used the words ‘worst nightmare,’” Jamal said. He pushed the keys through the mail slot of the building. Frank checked the door, just to make sure it hadn’t been taped open again. It hadn’t.
    â€œI’m surprised the whole airfield isn’t crawling with police and reporters,” Frank said.
    â€œIt was earlier, but you know how those media vultures are,” Jamal said. “They move on if there’s