“But what about our plane?” one of the girls on the plane asked. “We are of the Ferry Command. It’s worth a lot of money.”
“And it’s hardly damaged at all,” said the other.
“It’s equipped with sort of water-wings that can be filled with gas in just no time,” said the first one.
“Why don’t you fill them?” Betty asked. “We’ll stand by.”
“We will!” They both sprang up. “We’ll be right back. Right back.”
A moment later there came a hissing sound and the plane began to lift slowly.
“The water is smooth. I’m sure we can save the plane,” said Lena.
“Listen!” Betty said. “There’s a boat coming.”
Before the two girls returned, their arms loaded with personal belongings, two fishing boats pulled alongside. One was quite long, the other small.
“What happened?” Joe Tratt asked.