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 Naturally, it gave us something of a start to see Billy Kent lying exactly where we had discovered Selby twenty-four hours earlier. Pete climbed aboard the wreck; and after making examination, he looked a bit white.

"What's doing this?" he asked me. "Selby yesterday; Billy today, at the same time, in the same place."

"Selby's wing crumpled from a structural weakness," I repeated, loyally, the report which had been officially rendered in regard to yesterday's accident. "Billy's must have been weak too."

"Are your wings weak? Or mine?" said Pete. We both had been flying seaplanes identical with Kent's. "You don't believe it; and neither do I. Structural weaknesses don't break wings in exactly the same place and at the same time in the morning on two days running. Something special happened to Selby out here yesterday and the same thing struck Billy half an hour ago."

He was repeating, with more positiveness, an opinion which he had voiced yesterday; this was, that Selby must have collided in the sky