"Eats," agreed the other three, and they dove into their greatly diminished rations. They had expected to make the trip in not more than twenty hours, and the eating of this meal, therefore, meant that they had but slight refreshment left to tide them over the balance of the journey.
"The rest of the trip's got to be made without serious incident," Jack said musingly after an inspection of the petrol gauge, "or we'll be running out of fuel. That would be nice, wouldn't it?"
"I've thought of that," Fred replied, "and the situation may arise yet when the radio will pull us out of a tough hole."
"Meaning?" queried Don.
"That we may have to summon a vessel and, if she has any, borrow some gas," explained Fred.
"In a pinch, of course, it would have to be tried," Jack agreed, "but if nothing extraordinary happens I think we can make Ireland with what fuel we have. We wouldn't be at all sure that we could reach a vessel anyway, you know, and especially one carrying petrol."
"Yes, I know," Fred agreed. "Nevertheless I'm more satisfied that we're equipped to speak out our wants in event we have to."
"Well," said Jack, again surveying the plane preliminary to their second start, "all's set; let's go."
They climbed into the nacelle, closed it tightly, took their respective places, again gave the gas to their good old engines, again the propellers whirled and the rapid-fire explosions within the cylinders were as music to their ears. They skimmed out across the surface of the ocean for perhaps a hundred yards and then once more rose to the flight.