“Think you’ll have any trouble contacting the Belmonia?” Wells asked the pilot.
Dave French smiled and shook his head. “No, I have her position. But we ought to get started so we can get back before dark.”
Flash and Joe climbed into the cockpit. Before the plane could take to the water, a man came out of a building, and ran toward them, waving his hand.
“Hold it!” he shouted.
Dave French throttled down and waited.
“Now what?” muttered Joe Wells.
“Riley of the Ledger just telephoned,” the man informed. “He says the captain of the Belmonia refuses to pick up a passenger.”
“Then the trip is off!” Wells exclaimed in disgust. “I was afraid of this. Sorenson is one of the worst crabs on the line.”
“Did Riley say we were to come back to the office?” Flash inquired thoughtfully.
“He didn’t say anything about that. His message was that the captain wouldn’t pick up a passenger.”