When I get ho-o-m-m-e.
“I’m goin’ to tell Him I had hard trials,
When I get ho-o-m-m-e.
I’m goin’ to tell Him I had hard trials,
When I get ho-o-m-m-e.”
Kiwi must have slept for a couple of hours. He awoke with the feeling that something was wrong. Almost instantly he discovered that the steady beat of the engine had changed. It was missing and spluttering and the plane was vibrating in a terrifying way.
Jack was working with his wireless instrument. Kiwi saw him shake his head and complain, “Nothing I can do will bring those signals loud enough to be of any use.”
He gave it up and the Skipper asked him to check up the amount of fuel they had left in their tanks. Yes, there was plenty of fuel, for the Skipper nodded his head.
They were above the clouds. As far as the eye could see they were stretched out in a rolling plain, looking for all the world like drifted snow. They looked solid enough to land upon.
If their engine failed to pick up within the next few minutes, they would lose altitude until there was nothing left to do but crash ... and their flight would end in disaster.