“Dugan going to help you pilot on the way home?” asked Captain Talbot.
“Yes,” said Tim, “and I’ll need the help.”
“I expect you will. I ought to hold Dugan here under arrest but I guess he’s learned his lesson and won’t go hunting for any more revolutions. How about it Dugan?”
“You’re right, Captain Talbot. No more revolutions for mine.”
“If I can borrow a control stick for the front cockpit it will help out a lot,” suggested Tim.
“I’ll have the boys put one in right away,” said the genial captain.
While the Good News was being made ready for its thousand mile flight to Atkinson, Tim wired Carson that he was on his way with the plates and would arrive about noon the next day.
At one a. m. Tim and Dugan sped away from the Nogales field and their friends of the border patrol. Dawn found them well on their way toward Atkinson and at 11:30 o’clock Tim sighted his home field.
When they taxied up to the apron, Tim found Carson waiting for him.
The managing editor had ordered a dark room for developing the plates rigged up at the field and in less than half an hour, a complete set of pictures were on their way to the News office while another set, still damp, were placed on board a special plane to be rushed to Chicago where they were to be placed on the telephoto wires.