“I’ll do my best,” promised Tim.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Eastward Bound
After a hasty lunch Tim and Ralph returned to the News office to complete the polishing up of the stories which had appeared in the noon edition. They expanded on the details of their adventures in the valley of the Cedar and by two o’clock Tim was through. George Carson came out of his office.
“Have any idea how long this Caribbean trip is going to take?” asked the managing editor.
“At least two months; perhaps longer,” replied Tim.
“I expected as much. You’ll be on full time pay while you’re away and I’ve made arrangements for the New York Journal’s radio station to keep in contact with your submarine and relay your stories on to us. The Journal, in return, has the exclusive right in New York to print any of your stuff it desires.”
“That’s certainly fair enough and it insures speedy transmission for my yarns,” nodded Tim.
“I’ve told the cashier to provide you with an extra $500 to use in case of an emergency and he’s preparing a letter of credit should it be needed. That ought to cover any financial difficulties. Take care of yourself and good luck.”
The managing editor shook Tim’s hand and then turned back to his own office. Other members of the staff stopped to say goodbye and to envy him the adventurous trip.
Ralph was the last. His eyes were misty as he grasped Tim’s hands.