“But we’d better not stop again even if we do see one,” Bill declared. “We want to make the island before dark so we can see where to land and whales take time.” “But we got our money’s worth that time,” Gordon declared. The weather remained perfect and at noon they ate again until Rogers warned them that half their food was gone and they had better go a bit slow. “And I had just got well warmed up,” Gordon sighed. “Warmed up indeed,” Bill scoffed. “I’ve been watching you and you’ve eaten enough for three ordinary men right now.” “You sure can tell ’em when you get started,” Gordon retorted. “Do you boys fight like this all the time?” Rogers laughed. “You don’t know the half of it,” Bill told him. “Is Molokai the first land we’re going to see?” Gordon asked a couple hours later. “If I haven’t made any mistake in my reckoning it will be,” Bill told him. “And if you have we may not see land for a week, eh?” “Something like that.” “Then here’s hoping because I’m going to get mighty hungry before then,” Gordon declared. “I’ll bet,” Bill laughed. Six o’clock came and they ate once more leaving just enough for a meager breakfast. For the past hour Bill had been watching what looked like a low bank of clouds ahead of them, and as soon as the meal was over, he said: “I don’t just like the looks of the weather ahead there.” “I’ve been watching it,” Rogers told him. “Think it’s a storm?” “Looks like something of the sort to me. What do you say, Gordon?” “Looks to me more like a fog bank.” “Which is about as bad.” “Worse, if you ask me,” Gordon told him. “We ought to be nearly there I’d say,” Rogers declared. “Let’s see, we’ve been flying nearly fifteen hours at about a hundred and fifty miles an hour. How far is that?” “Twenty-two hundred and fifty,” Gordon told him a moment later. “Then we ought to be there. I figured it was twenty-two hundred miles from where we started. Wonder if I’ve gotten off the course.” “If you have it’ll be the first time,” Gordon told him. “And the worst time,” Bill added. “But I don’t believe I have. I’ve watched the compass mighty close.” “We lost some time playing with the whale,” Gordon reminded him. “Not more than fifteen or twenty minutes I’d say.” “I’d make it half an hour at least,” Rogers gave as his opinion. “You slowed down quite a while before we got up to him and it took some time to get going full speed again.” “Well, maybe it was half an hour,” Bill agreed, “But, even so, we ought to be sighting it any time now.” “We probably will,” Gordon assured him. But another half hour passed and still there was no sight of land, but it was now quite certain that they were running into a fog. “No use trying to go over it because we couldn’t see through it,” Bill told them as the plane became enveloped in the light fog. “Not so bad if it doesn’t get any worse,” Gordon said. “But it’s going to,” Bill told him.