anchored to the golden egg, the little
recording apparatus! Suppose it should
whirl both off, away from the eager hands
stretched out to claim them, hide them in a
dark recess of the mountain side, maybe,
where they could not be found for days,--possibly
never!

Ta-te could play fast and loose with her
father's reputation, she knew; at least, with
the witness to his success as an inventor.

"If the wind should do that," she thought,
"then the World, some part of it--the
horrid World--will say that Mr. Hartley
Graham's last thoughts about that mile-long
will were wise ones: that it was better
-better to leave all that money 'hung
up' awaiting the possible return of that
madcap younger brother--who'll make
ducks and drakes of it, most likely--than%
--than to turn it over to a Thunder Bird,"
with a faint flash of a smile, " in spite, oh!
in spite of the fact that daring volunteers%
--skilled aviators--are wild to take passage
in the far-flying Bird."

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