world, until, to-day, when he was inventing
a Bird to invade others.

And it was that Wise Woman who
spoke now; she, of all others, who knew
the secret of the magic Thunder Bird;
and who, trustworthy to the core, had
"kept it dark."

"Oh! if I've 'plugged' hard in the
past over those fierce first principles of
mechanics, electricity, optics, heat and the
rest--and those 'grueling' laws of gravitation--that's
just nothing, a scantling
compared to the way I'm going to study
and make a hit when I get on into college,"
she cried; "so--so that, some day, I can,
really, work with you, Toandoah--you
record-breaking inventor--oh! dearest
father ever was."

Laughingly, passionately she flung an
arm around the neck of the man in the
long, drab laboratory coat, half strangling
him as he bent over the two-foot
model rocket, testing it with his soul
in his finger-tips, from its cone-shaped
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