“You’ve what?” roared the amazed commander.
Jane repeated her message and a boat was dropped by the destroyer. It came alongside the seaplane handsomely, took the mooring line, and towed the plane up to the destroyer. Jane went aboard and told her story to the astounded commander. The radio cracked out the good news that a whole nation had been waiting to hear. Then followed directions intended to bring the apprehension of Bardo and his band of kidnapers.
The destroyer, en route to Alaska, turned about and with funnels trailing heavy ribbons of oily smoke, sped toward Seattle under forced draft. Jane and Sue looked over the rail at the mountainous coast line of British Columbia. In less than a week, they would be back on the transcontinental, settling into their routine work.
“Know what day this is?” asked Jane.
“Our first anniversary,” smiled Sue. “We joined the airways just a year ago. Think how much has happened?”
“Just think how much more can happen in the coming year,” replied Jane, wondering vaguely what new adventure might be ahead of them.
THE END