“I think you’re crazy,” exclaimed Carson, “But it’s worth a try. It’s your neck; not mine that you’re risking.” With that the managing editor hurried to his car and sped toward the city to fulfill his part of the preparations.
“Do you think you can do it?” Ralph anxiously wanted to know as they hurried toward the main office of the airport.
“There isn’t any ‘think’ about it, Ralph,” replied Tim. “I’ve got to. This is going to cost the News some good, hard cash and if I fall down on this job I won’t need to come back. And you know what that would mean to me.”
Ralph was silent, weighing his chum’s chances for success, and they talked no more until they reached the office and entered the manager’s room.
Hunter looked up from his desk.
“Make it?” he asked.
“No such luck, Carl,” said Tim. “The wind blew it into the river.”
“Say, that’s too bad,” said the field manager. “I guess those folks over in the valley are in bad shape, too.”
“They need help,” agreed Tim, “and I’m going to make another try right away. Is that old Jenny over in hangar No. 3 capable of staggering into the air?”
“You mean the sister to the ship Ralph cracked up a few weeks ago?”