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 airplane had risen with an extra pilot and transferred him in the air.

The monoplanes separated; all three descended and disappeared. I flew over the hole in the hills and discovered a little sparkling ellipse of a lake with a wide spread of green sward, with the parallelograms of gardens and roofs beside it. Scurrying upon the lake, like three pale blue water-bugs, were the seaplanes just descended.

I circled, looking over the edge and noticed Pete's legs again.

"Go down," they signalled to me. "Go down."

Go down was what I wanted to do; but before going down, I must reckon a bit. Once down upon that pond, beside the three blue water-bugs, it was exceedingly doubtful that ever I would rise again, except with the water-bugswater-bugs' [sic] consent.

In the sky over the sea, the business of two of those blue water-bugs—perhaps the busi—ness of all three, for the third might be the girl's—had been, this morning, an endeavor to destroy Pete and me. Follow them down?