“But I still don’t see where Ted comes in.”
“Kentucky located Ted and took him in his plane. He left his mike open, so when Ted was in the plane I heard him say, ‘Now that I’m rescued I’m going to find Jack and Stew.’
“Kentucky said, ‘That may require a lot of looking,’ but Ted will find us, never fear.” Stew drew in a long deep breath of relief.
“Boy!” he sighed. “It will be great to get off this island and onto the deck of the old Black Bee!”
“Good old Ted! He’s a real pal,” Jack murmured. “But whether he finds us or not, I’ve picked my manner of leaving this island.”
“How’s that?” Stew sat up.
“I’m going in that jet plane,” Jack declared stoutly.
“Sure. As a prisoner of the Germans and Japs.” Stew laughed.
“On my own,” Jack insisted.
“Sure! On your own.” Stew did not laugh this time. “Two Nazis and three Japs with machine guns! On your own! In the jet plane! No sir! Me? I’m going to wear out my eyes looking for Ted.”