As quickly as possible, without speaking during the task, and working feverishly, the three carried out Frank’s idea. Then, back at camp, they sat down and brewed a pot of coffee. The hot, scalding liquid steadied their shaken nerves.
“Guess we better try to get in touch with your father, Jack,” suggested Bob, at length.
“How long have they been gone?”
Bob looked at his watch.
“Three hours. Seems like a lifetime.”
“Things have certainly happened fast,” said Frank. “Thank goodness, that party missed our radio. If they had destroyed it, we would have been out of luck.”
“More luck than I deserve,” said Bob, savagely. “Think of going to sleep on the job. If I had been awake, they never would have been able to land.”
“Forget it, Bob. You certainly have nothing to reproach yourself with.”
“Oh, that’s nonsense,” said the big fellow. “I’m always getting you into trouble.”
Frank smiled.