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Rh snapped it in twain. But he handled his delicate craft of the air as confidently as the captain of a big liner brings her skillfully to the dock against wind and tide.

"Climb up! Climb up!" yelled Tom, through the megaphone, and he saw, not a man, but a woman, ascending the knotted rope, hand over hand, toward the airship that hovered above her head.