Outside the shadowy bulk of one of the tri-motors was being wheeled into the hangar. As soon as there was the slightest break in the storm, they would be away on their errand of mercy.
White Madness
Miss Comstock, with Jane at her heels, hurried into the commissary. Supplies must be made ready and food placed aboard the tri-motor. Out in the hangar a crew worked desperately over the big plane, tuning up the motors and checking in the gas and oil.
Slim Bollei, in a sheepskin, appeared to be everywhere, orders cracking from his thin lips.
In half an hour Jane and the chief stewardess had two large hampers ready, one filled with medical supplies and bandages and the other containing food. There was more than a chance that they would be forced down and food might become very much of a necessity.
A car struggled through the storm, bringing the serum out from the city, and Slim Bollei returned to the operations office.
“Everything’s ready,” he informed the night chief. “How’s the weather?”
“Not so good. It’s still snowing hard in the mountains and the mercury is eight below now, but it won’t drop much further.”