for the pilot to have a gun on the plane and certainly didn’t care. He looked around in the small locker and found two extra clips of ammunition. He put the gun and extra shells in the pocket and put the jacket on. It bothered him that the jacket belonged to a dead man but he knew that anything they kept for warmth could be important.
There was another locker on the copilot's side, and in the bottom of it Alvin found a Very Pistol and four flares. That, he would definitely take along although he doubted they'd have any reason to fire it for a long time. He also found a Swiss army knife much like his own. That was a real find.
He spent the rest of the morning with Tony making darts for the blowgun. Alvin was very patient. Tony tried to get him to go outside and at least try the damn thing out.
"What if you get all these things made and find out they don't work?" Tony asked.
"They'll work." Alvin kept on rolling the stiff paper is cones around slender pieces of sharpened copper. The copper was part of the electrical system.
"You must have thirty of those things."
"Don't matter. I'm not that good ‘a shot, we'll lose a lot of them."
When he'd completed fifty he went to the door of the plane and looked around. He picked a smallish tree about twenty feet away, loaded one of the darts into the aluminum tube, aimed it at the tree, took a deep breath and blew as hard as he could.
They were both surprised at the result. Alvin had thought it would work but he didn't know how well. The dart hit the center of the tree and went in deep.
"Wow! That's something Alvin. What are you gonna shoot with it?" Tony asked.
"Oh, rabbits...squirrels, maybe birds."
Alvin got up and looked down the length of the plane. "Let's go through it again. Get all the paper in the bathrooms."
Tony laughed. Despite the situation he seemed to be having a good time. "You're a very practical guy, Al. I would never have thought of that until I needed it."
"I read in a book that it's very important that a person who is lost should not let themselves go, that they should keep as clean as possible, you know, do things to keep their spirits up."
"Tony, we have to get off this mountain. We're going to run out of food real soon...and I don't want to be no cannibal like those people who got trapped in the Donner Pass."
Tony laughed nervously. "Well, you won't get much of a meal out of this old carcass. Should be well seasoned though, I've had a glass of good Barolo every day for the last fifty years."
Alvin grinned. "My Dad won't let me drink. Let's find the others. I've got to convince them to go with us...tomorrow morning.
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