And mind," he added, adjusting his spark and throttle, "mind you meet me with this very same machine, safe and sound, at the Lake Erie refuge!" "Why this same machine ?" inquired Craig.
"Why?
Because I intend to use this, and no other, in the final attack.
Could poetic justice be finer than that the Air Trust works be destroyed with the help of one of their own 'planes ?" No more was said, save brief good-byes.

Those were times when demonstrativeness, whether in life or death, was at a discount.

A hand-clasp and a few last instructions as to the time and place of meeting, sufficed.

Then Gabriel pressed the button of the self-starter and opened the throttle.
With a sudden gusty chatter, the engine caught.

A great wind sprang up, from the roaring, whirling blades.