Garry, stretching out his arm, as Chick swung inboard, caught the buoy and gave Chick the use of both hands to cling in the increasing blast of air caused by the climb.
Almost, for an instant, Chick’s heart fell into his flying boots: spray-wet, a wire slipped in his grasp!
“Cut!” Garry called to Don.
Leveled, with power reduced, the ship, for an instant, lost its climb and barely held safe margins of forward momentum.
In that instant Chick mended his grip, catching a strut.
With the mail pouches drawn to the cockpit floor, with Garry, his hands free, aiding, Chick got quickly and safely back to his place.
“Oh-kay!” he shrilled, delightedly, as he snapped on his safety belt.
Gunning up at Garry’s relayed signal, Don made his climbing turn.
They were pointing straight for the airport when he revved up to his full power.
The mail flight would be a success.