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 emptying of her breast and then filled with her breathing.

"Yes; it's mine," she gasped.

"Did you drop the other here on Monday?" Pete was at her again. "If you did, we missed it."

"Monday!"

"I mean when Selby crashed—not from structural defects."

"What made them fall?" she put to Pete, directly.

"The same thing, I have no doubt," he returned as squarely, "that sent me down."

"And that was?"

He laughed at her. Of course it was not really a laugh; but there is no other word for it.

She looked at him, at me, at him; then suddenly she sat straight; suddenly she acted. She flung at Pete the glove. He stooped to catch it and she started her engine and moved away.

"Wait!" commanded Pete.

She paid no attention to him. He yelled to me to stay with her and he stepped out of the way of my propellor. But with him on