The flyer turned and walked toward the radio room.
“Get Chicago,” he snapped, “and have them put the operations chief on the wire.”
Less than a minute later Slim Bollei poured his story over the short wave radio and into the ears of the operations chief at Chicago. He wanted one of the old tri-motors and he got it with the chief’s blessing. After that he left on the run to route out a ground crew to get the plane ready for the flight.
Miss Comstock, who had listened gravely, turned to Jane.
“Slim can’t go alone,” she said. “A nurse will be needed there. I’m going. You take charge here.”
“But you’re needed more than I am,” protested Jane. “Let me go.”
Miss Comstock shook her head.
“There’s too much danger. Slim and I will go.”
“One nurse won’t be enough,” insisted Jane. “Think what two of us could do, think what it will mean to those youngsters.”
Miss Comstock smiled. “You win, Jane. We’ll both go.”