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 effigy of a man; next Donley, I thought; then flew Pete, cuffed and strapped. I guessed that Mendell controlled him and Kinvarra steered me. But I could feel, by the way we all were steered and shifted, that command was not in our squadron; our whole formation obeyed orders from elsewhere. This elsewhere must be the squadron of six machines which had started the journey on our left but which now was flying below us.

Rather, we had risen above this other squadron, which had held to a height of five thousand feet. We flew at eight thousand, I guessed.

Four of them were double or triple-seaters; two seemed to be singles. One of the big machines was the flag-ship, undoubtedly. Bane was aboard it. Aboard it with him, was she?

In my ears, with the drum of the motors, was her cry which had come to me in the darkness on the lake:

You said I'd be with you!

You'll be with me, said Bane.

No!

From the north emerged four larger ma-