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approached me and Kinvarra straightened for a stare at me. Nothing in their manner today indicated consideration of me as a prospective partner; I had passed into another category as regards them. Donley nodded to me coolly—very coolly—and cautioned the mechanic who unstrapped me, so that I could rise from the seat, "Leave his hands as they are."

"How long has Bane been back?" I asked Donley who debated before he decided to inform me.

"A little while."

"Miss Lacey with him?"

"Yes."

"Logan still here?"

"At the house," said Donley and returned to Kinvarra.

I saw them beside the airplanes not as pilots but, today, as glorified gunmen. Nothing of the dreamer or of the impossibilist adhered