'I'll hang on to see if he comes back,' Biggles said.
A minute passed. Algy said: 'Nothing coming through. He must be on the ground.'
'I'll hold on,' Biggles said.
Two or three minutes passed before he spoke again.
'You still there, Algy?'
'Yes,' confirmed Algy.
'Still no news?'
'Not a word.'
'Okay. I agree, Ginger must be on the floor. He may be hurt. I'm going to the farm to find out what's happened. Send Bertie along to meet me there. I may need help. That's all.' With that Biggles hung up. Turning to Thompson he said tersely, 'I'm going to Hampshire. Twotrees Farm. It sounds as if there's been a mess. Lazor's crashed, and Ginger, my assistant, appears to have gone down to help him. When I was last at the farm the police were there, but they've probably gone by now, in which case there'll be no sort of help within miles. I shall have to borrow your car.'