The Floriot rolled easily forward, speeded up, and gathered headway.
Gabriel suddenly rotated the rising-plane.

The great gull soared, careened and took the air with majestic power.

The watchers on the mountain-side saw its hooded lights, that glowed upon its compass and barometric-gauge, slowly spiralling upward, ever upward, as Gabriel climbed with his two passengers.
Then the lights sped forward, northward, in a long tangent, and, as they swiftly diminished to mere specks, the echo of a farewell hail drifted downward from the black and star-dusted emptiness above.
Craig turned to Grantham, when the last gleam of light had faded in a swift trajectory.
"God grant they reach the last remaining refuge safely!" said he, with deep emotion.

"And may their flight be quick and sure! For the fate of the world, its hope and its salvation from infinite enslavement, are whirling through the trackless wastes of air, to-night!".