"Take my private car," offered the Captain, rising to say good-by. "And good luck to you!"
Louise was so excited at the whole occurrence that she could scarcely sit still in the limousine, as it sped over to the airport.
"If we only aren't too late! Ted, do you suppose they're starved? What does it feel like to starve to death? Or to die of thirst?"
"I wouldn't worry too much about thirst," he reassured her. "Because of that big rain we had. They could get water from it, you know."
"I never thought of that!"
"The worst is over now, I'm sure," continued Ted. "Five days isn't so long, and the girl said they had food. Besides, it wasn't cold. Think of that time you girls were lost in Canada!"
Louise shuddered; she could still remember that long, hopeless night very vividly, when she and Linda had jumped from parachutes down into the snow of the Canadian Woods, and how they had been forced to keep walking to avoid freezing to death.
"Still, we found a shack to sleep in. And Linda and Dot haven't even a blanket to cover them in all that storm!"
"Well, they were together, that's one thing to be thankful for."