Moreover, the monoplanes are safe.

The quicker we get away from here, now, the better.

Away, and to our last remaining refuge near Port Colborne, on the shores of Lake Erie.

Other Air Trust forces may be here, before morning.

We must get away!" A frightful shock awaited them when, entering the hangar--eager now to escape at once from the scene of the tragedy--they beheld their aeroplanes.
By the ruddy light which shone in through the wide doors, from the fire, they saw long strips and tatters of canvas hanging from the 'planes.
"Smashed! Broken! Wrecked!" cried Gabriel, starting back aghast.
The others stared.