Hunter and the young reporters left the administration building and walked to hangar No. 5. The scorched and blackened plane that reposed inside was hardly recognizable as the Good News.
Hunter gave his instructions to the painters and they started cleaning the wings and fuselage preparatory to repainting the plane. Several mechanics were summoned and they set about the task of making a thorough check of the motor and the rigging of the Good News.
When they left the hangar and started back for their car, a raw, wet wind cut through their clothes.
“Feels like another blizzard is getting ready to descend on us,” remarked Ralph as he scanned the sky.
“Weather report says 'continued cloudy’,” replied the field manager, “and I’m hoping it’s right. Another blizzard would raise havoc with us. Everyone of our planes is carrying its capacity of mail and we’re making every possible effort to keep on schedule.”
“Ralph is inclined to be pessimistic today,” laughed Tim. “He’s always predicting a blizzard or cloudburst.”
A clerk ran out of the administration building and called to them.
“You’re wanted on the telephone,” he told Tim.
The flying reporter hurried to answer the summons. When he rejoined Ralph several minutes later his face was grave.
“Something’s in the wind,” he said. “Carson just phoned from the office and wants us to go to town as fast as we can.”