Island in the Sky Page #2

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- Right.

- Tell them we're in a jam.

Icing up and losing altitude.

We're turning northwest

till we run out of gas.

- Got it?

- Got it.

And keep that key down

so everybody can take bearings on us.

If we go northwest, Captain,

we'll fly right off the map.

- It says "uncharted" up that way.

- But up that way, it's supposed to be flat.

Stick around awhile. We'll get through.

I haven't jumped out of a ship in 16 years.

I'm not going to start tonight.

Give me officers' mess!

Lieutenant Cord, this is radio.

What was his last position? Well, find out.

And you might find out

how much fuel he has, too.

I'll get down there after a while.

- It's that time, Daddy. Fifty gallons left.

- Get that window open.

Sing out if you see anything.

- You see the ground yet?

- No, not yet!

She's going to land like a grand piano

thrown off the top of a mountain.

Hey, this stuff is breaking up, I think.

- Did you see a hole?

- No! But we just passed through a layer.

It better be quick!

Daddy! A hole!

- I see a lake down here, think!

- There's another one over here!

- Wheels down and half flap!

- What?

Are you going to land this thing

with the wheels down?

Yes! We're gonna walk away

from this thing yet!

Full flaps.

Cut the switches, Frank!

Hold your hats.

Thank you, God Almighty.

Turner, what do you make of this bearing

from Montreal on Dooley?

It shows him north

of the St. Lawrence somewhere.

It indicates he followed his plan

and went off to the northwest.

Knowing Dooley, I'd guess he'd stick

to his plan.

That leaves us

10,000 square miles to search.

If he was lucky enough to come down

in one piece, how long can he live up there?

That depends on a lot of things.

Ditson, you're the Arctic expert.

Is there any game in that region?

No one knows, Colonel.

No one's ever been up there before.

If he flew to the end of his gas supply,

he's at least 200 miles in uncharted territory.

Why, even the Eskimos won't have it.

We've got to organize

a search party, somehow.

The catch is, where?

We can't send airplanes out

on a wild goose chase.

Even the weather is lousy.

We gotta be sure we don't lose more planes

and have to do something about them.

The whole thing can become

very embarrassing.

- Cord?

- Yes, sir.

How many ships have we available

for a search mission, right now?

- Five, sir. Counting the general's ship.

- The general can walk.

Harper!

What's the disposition of the civilian

airline pilots attached here at the moment?

I'll have to check to make sure, sir.

They're hard to keep track of.

Can you give me an idea

how many are available?

Let's see.

Willie Moon is either in Goose Bay

or out of there by now, westbound.

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