Allan shouted with laughter. “Fifty thousand dollars for me!” cried Allan. “Gee, I never heard of anything so funny in my life. And I never guessed that I was worth fifty thousand dollars.”
“Poor Dad, it will be terrible for him. He isn’t well yet,” said Terry. “And you know how they question people in a case like this. They may even give him the third degree!”
“But who is responsible for all this, Terry? Surely no one believes it!” said Allan with a frown of contempt.
“The newspapers said that your father believes that Dick Mapes is the man who arranged the kidnapping. They speak of Dick’s gang!”
“Terry, somebody’s crazy, but who is it? Let’s head for home as fast as we can go. I’ll soon unravel the mystery,” said Allan.
Ahead of them, far in the distance they could see The Comet. Syd was evidently challenging them to a friendly race.
“Now tell me what happened to you, Allan. What’s the matter with your arm? Did you crash?”
“Nothing like that, Terry! The day we arrived in Newfoundland, we got stranded in the fog, and followed another plane that we thought had been sent out from Harbor Grace to guide us to the airport. But when we landed and I walked over to thank the pilot for showing us a good field to land in, I was face to face with Bud Hyslop. He pulled a gun on us and said, ‘Hands up!’ in a businesslike way. At first we thought he was kidding but we soon saw that he was in earnest.”
“Bud Hyslop did that? Why he’s a regular gun man. Then what did he do, Allan? Did he shoot you?” asked Terry.
“No, he just shot in the air as a signal and soon a man came running with a shotgun. In the fog he looked like a giant.”