But he pulled himself together and took the dominant, cool initiative which was so much a part of his nature.
"You say he started last night.

How do you know ?" "The hotel clerk--I 'phoned--oh, don't start cross-questioning, dad! I _know_! His plane is gone, and--he should have been here last night! He was alone, and--oh, get the boys and start them out! There isn't a minute--he may be dead somewhere--or hurt--" "Now, now, we'll only bungle things by getting excited, Mary V.

I'll send the cook after the boys while I fix this brake and fill up the gas tank.

You go get some clothes on, and tell your mother to get the emergency box ready, in case he's hurt.

And if you can be calm enough, you 'phone to Tucson to the sheriff, and tell him to send out a party from that end, and work this way.