“How’s the storm?” was Andy’s next question.
“We’re running out of it now,” replied Harry.
“Serge just phoned back that the sky was clearing and it is much warmer.”
Despite Andy’s protest, they made him go to bed, and Harry sat down to see that their wishes were enforced.
When Andy awoke again the sky had cleared and the Goliath was cruising through brilliant sunshine. The events of the storm were like a nightmare.
Serge was still at the controls. He was tired and worn by the long ordeal, but he smiled happily when he saw Andy.
Bert came out of the radio room with a sheaf of messages.
“I’ve sent out a complete story of our trip,” he informed Andy, “and messages are coming in almost every minute now. Here’s a couple you’ll want.” The first was from Andy’s father, then in Washington.
“Have just learned of fine work of yourself and crew of Goliath. I’m proud of you, son.”
The other was from Captain Harkins. It read: “Great work, Andy. My congratulations to Bert, Harry and Serge. Many happy landings.” Andy passed the messages along to Harry and Serge, who read them eagerly.