“Yes, but I want to hear it all over again,” exclaimed Alice Mapes.
“All right. But first I must have a hot bath and a cold shower and a change of clothes. Then I’ll tell you at the table. I’m just simply starved.”
An hour later the whole party gathered at Dick Mapes’ dinner table, not only the flyers but Bennett Graham as well, for Dick had urged him to stay.
Breathlessly they listened as Terry told about the flight to the rescue and when she came to the story of Joe Arnold’s attack on her plane with a sub-machine gun, they were so excited that they forgot to eat.
“I knew Arnold was unscrupulous, but I never dreamed he would go as far as murder,” cried her father. “He and Bud Hyslop shall suffer for this!”
“But I think they have both been lost,” said Terry. “The last I saw of their plane it was diving straight to the sea. Then the fog swallowed them up, and the chances are that they hit the water, and went under.”
“I certainly hope so,” said Bennett Graham. “To think that I advised Allan to go into business with that scoundrel! It’s unbelievable!”
Syd, who was sitting beside Prim, remarked quietly, “Well, that’s the end of our attempt to fly the Atlantic. It will be a long time before we set out again.”
“I’m not so sure,” said Bennett Graham. “I’m going to give Allan a new plane. He can pick it himself and you two boys can try again when Allan’s arm is well.”
“Thanks, Dad,” said Allan. “I’ll accept on one condition.”