Dan Watkins, the head of the copy desk and one of Tim’s closest friends, was waiting for him.
“Where are you going to eat tonight?” asked the copy chief.
“Anyplace where it is quiet,” replied Tim. “My head feels a little light.”
“Then some clam chowder could just about hit the spot with you,” suggested Watkins and they left the News building and walked to a small, cozy restaurant on a nearby sidestreet. The quiet and the soft lights eased Tim’s taut nerves and he felt his whole body relaxing.
“You’ve had some mighty busy days,” commented Watkins when they were comfortably seated.
“Busy but lots of fun,” replied Tim.
“How about the chances you’ve been taking?”
“They weren’t chances,” said the flying reporter. “I always had a sturdy plane and I tried to use good judgment. Once or twice, I’ll admit that I took chances but in those cases the object far surpassed the risk.”
“I heard the business manager and the managing editor talking about you today,” said Watkins.
“Isn’t my work up to standard?” asked Tim.