With Jimmy, to think was to act. Not far away was a house. Jimmy raced over to it, and was rejoiced to see that telephone wires ran to the house. He knocked at the door. A pleasant faced woman answered his knock. “Good afternoon,” said Jimmy, politely. “I need very much to use a telephone. May I use yours?” The woman looked him over. “I take it you are the pilot of the plane that just landed,” she said. “I am,” said Jimmy, “and I am in a trying situation. It will help me greatly if I may use your phone.” “Go ahead,” she said. “You are welcome. I’ll be glad if it will help you.” Jimmy called for the long-distance operator and asked for the Lee home in Ringtown. He begged the operator to hurry the call, as it was an urgent one. In a very few moments Jimmy had his connection. To his delight, Johnnie himself answered the telephone. Jimmy recognized his voice at once. “Hello, Johnnie,” he said. “This is Jimmy Donnelly. Have you heard anything about a mine explosion in your neighborhood?” “We sure have,” said Johnnie. “It was near Krebs. It was a terrible affair.” “Where’s Krebs?” demanded Jimmy. “About two miles from here. It’s at the foot of North Mahanoy Mountain.” “What do you know about the disaster, Johnnie?” “A lot, Jimmy. My father’s first cousin, Pat Healy, telephoned us all about it. He’s a foreman in the mine, and was just on his way out when the explosion occurred. He got out all right, though he was hurt some. But he says there are scores of men entombed.” “Can you get hold of him again, Johnnie?” cried Jimmy, his voice almost shaking with eagerness. “Sure. He lives near us. Why?” “It’s like this, Johnnie. I’m on my way out to cover this story. I’ve got to get pictures and as much of the story as I can pick up in a little while. But I had to land in Easton to pick up Mr. Handley. That’s going to delay me a lot. This is a chance for you to show what you can do in collecting news. Will you try it?” “Will I? You bet your neck I will. What do you want me to do?” “Have you got a camera?” “Yes, I have.” “Then get some pictures of the wrecked mine if you can, and of the mine entrance, injured miners, crowds at the shaft, or anything else that will illustrate the story.” “I can do that easily. I can drive to the mouth of the mine in less than ten minutes. I’ll hustle right over and get all the pictures I can. Anything else?” “Sure. Get the story. Get hold of your father’s cousin again. Find as many survivors as possible. See anybody you can who is in authority at the mine and get a statement from him. Get all the details you can.” “Just what do you want, Jimmy?”