"It appears," Zircon said slowly, "that I'm wanted."
"Yep." Scotty grinned. "The demand is there, all right. But delivery is a long way off."
The storm punctuated his words.
CHAPTER XIV
Below the Dark Coral
The sky was overcast, ceiling about two thousand feet, visibility about two miles. The wind was moderate and steady. Rick examined the water in front of the cottage and told his friends, "I can take off all right. But I don't want to leave without a weather report or we might find ourselves with no place to land."
"I'm going to swap this radio for a newspaper," Scotty grumbled. He had been trying without success to get a weather report.
Tony Briotti looked at the Sky Wagon, brows furrowed, then asked, "Rick, couldn't you turn on the radio in the plane and get a weather report from the airport at Charlotte Amalie?"
Rick was climbing into the Sky Wagon before Tony finished. Of course he could! He called, "I'm a chump!"