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 first second, to overturn me, he'd have flung me out; for I had thrown off the straps so I could climb into the forward pit. But he did not think, at once, about tipping me out; he thought of crashing me into the sea and so he gave me seconds to scramble into that forward pit and grab the controls.

I could feel, as I shut off the engine and pulled on the elevators, that too late he was trying something else; he was trying to overturn me. Under my hands I felt the tug of the radio effort. But it was no match for my muscles, I flattened my flight and was free.