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Purple and gold the light of that dying day still glowed across the western sky when the stanch old Pauillac, heated yet throbbing with power, skireat bend of the river that hid old Storhtened at vision of that vast, rugged headland, forest-clad and superb in the approaching twilight Beatrice, weary now and spent--for the long journeys, the exciteriefs of the day had worn her down despite her strength--paled a little and grew pensive as the ainst the sky-line

What thoughts were hers now that the goal lay near--what longings, fears and hopes, what exultation and what pain? She shivered slightly; but perhaps the evening coolness at that height had pierced her cloak Her hands clasped tightly, she tried to s of all this His gaze was anxiously bent on the earth below, to find a landing for the great machine He skimmed the broad brow of the mountain, hardly a hundred feet above the spires of the massive concrete pile that still reared itself steadfastly upon the height facing the east

All about it the dense unbroken forest spread impenetrable to the eye Below the bold breast of the cliff a narrow strip of beach appeared

"Hard job to land, that's one sure thing!" exclai at the inhospitable contours of the land "No show to make it on top of the mountain, and if we take the beach it h the forest on the flank Here is a situation, Beatrice! Now--ah--see there? Look! that barren ridge to ard!"

Half a hlands, a spur of Stor stretched water-worn and bare, a sandy spit dotted only sparsely with scrub-pine

"It's that, or nothing!" cried thein a wide sweep

"Can you make it? Even the clearest space at this end is terribly short!"

Allan laughed and cut off power In the old days not for ten thousand dollars would he have tried so ticklish a descent, but now his mettle was of sterner stuff and his skill with the machine developed to a point where anism

With a swift rush the Pauillac coasted down He checked her at precisely the rightup to e a fire-blasted trunk, and with a shout took the earth

The plane bounced, creaked, skidded on the long runners he had fitted to her, and with a lurch caly stump dead ahead