were taken up all the time with that summit
breeze, on how far it might affect the
safe return of the golden egg, as he hovered
about the low platform, a hundred feet
away, on which the little Thunder Bird
was mounted, together with his young
assistant tightening up every bolt and
screw for the record flight. A third tall
figure hovered near, within the ring of
distant flashlight, that of Una's father, as
transported now over the whole experiment
as if he had never hinted that the
far-flying rocket was a Quaker gun.

With the girls in their little fairy-like
ring of electric light--to go out like a
will o' the wisp presently--was their
usual body-guard, old Andrew, who had
driven the party up the mountain.

"Cannily noo, lassie! Cannily. Dinna
be fechless--flighty!' The Scot was
breathing like a Highland gust as he cautioned
the girl whose tingling little thumb
touched lightly as thistledown the fairy
button. "Whoop!" he grunted sharply.

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