Andy Foger, if I could help it. Though it was taking a risk to shut off the current the way I did."
"A risk?"
"Yes; it might not have started again," and Tom looked down at the earth below them, as if measuring the distance he would have fallen had not his sky racer kept on at the critical moment.
"And—and if the current hadn't come on again; eh, Tom? Would we———?"
Mr. Damon did not finish, but Tom knew what he meant.
"It would have been all up with us," he said simply. "I might have volplaned back to earth, but at the speed we were going, and at the height, around a curve, we might have turned turtle."
"Bless my———!" began Mr. Damon, and then he stopped. The thought of Tom's trouble came to him, and he realized that his words might grate on the feelings of his companion.
On they rushed through the air with the Humming-Bird speeded up faster and faster as she warmed to her task. The machinery seemed to be working perfectly, and as Tom listened to the hum a look of pleasure replaced the look of anxiety on his face.
"Don't you think we'll make it?" asked Mr.
