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 I answered and they pulled us further apart, escorting him first to the pier.

Airplanes were rising from the lake; the darkness drummed with their drone. They put Pete in a boat and shoved me aboard another which was rowed out to a moored monoplane; and as I stood in the boat, I heard Helen Lacey's voice:

"You said I'd be with you."

"You'll be with me," replied Bane.

"No!" This came in a cry of protest. It was not a reply to him; she was trying, helplessly, to stop something which was being done.

"All right now," said Bane. "You'll be all right; you'll come back—if I do."

She made no reply. A monoplane flew up from the water; immediately another followed it.

I was thrust aboard the seaplane beside which I stood and lifted into the seat pit.

Expecting to have my hands cuffed behind me as yesterday, I grasped a control wheel in front of me. No one opposed this, except to shift my hands slightly whereupon a steel clamp came down. Someone twisted a lock bar