“You won’t be in anything if you don’t get busy and climb up here!” Kentucky laughed.
“Wait. I’ll have to take care of my gony.” Ted reached down.
“Hey! Ouch! Quit it!” he exclaimed. “Ungrateful creature! I should have used you for a torch.”
“What is it?” Kentucky asked in surprise.
“Just a gony—an albatross,” said Ted. “He lit on my head and now he bites me for the tenth time. Give me a light.”
Kentucky held a light on it while Ted cut the strap that held the huge bird. Then he tossed the gony into the sea. “I was keeping it for emergency rations,” he laughed.
Five minutes later he was in the plane, and they were roaring away. “Just one more incident in the great war,” Ted said. “Some get rescued and some don’t.”
“It’s all a matter of luck,” said Kentucky.
“Providence, luck, and pals,” Ted added.
“There’s more work of the same kind to be done,” said Kentucky. “I think I’ve got Jack and Stew located on one of those three islands.”