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 screened by some scraps of clouds so that the pilot of the control plane could not keep me in sight. I did not immediately discover him; I saw nothing but clouds, chasms through them here and there, and the blind, deaf, insensate, utterly merciless mechanism.

When it jerked toward me, in one of its stabbing spurts, I understood that the control pilot must have caught sight of me; and sweeping the floor of clouds I sighted him far off to the left and on the opposite side of me from the effigy.

His craft was a monoplane with blue wings like the wings of the effigy and of the girl who had stopped on the sea.

I dipped into a valley of mist; and the effigy charged through the cloud, failing by a hundred yards to find me.

I knew I had dropped from view of the control pilot who had pulled the effigy toward me almost at random. Little or no danger to Pete and me from that manner of manœuvering.

The clouds blew their billows above and below me, offering endless chasms of conceal-