has ever got from so high up--high up
in the earth's thin atmosphere, where
the air ends--and space begins!"

She seemed to have that whole zero
void in her heart now, its light, stifling
gases in her distended throat--Toandoah's
little pal--as she looked distractedly
down the gorge.

"Oh! it's pos-si-ble--just barely
possible, that after he had satisfied his
cur-ios-ity--or mischief--or whatever
it was--he might have thrown away
the little steel box, dropped it somewhere
on the trail," she panted extravagantly.
"Or--or we might even come
on some more rags of the parachute and
track him--track him to a camp! My@
father-r--"

It was the passionate break on that
word, even more than the spice in the
blue eyes, that went straight to the shadowed
spot in Andrew's heart and found the
little sprig of memorial heather, hidden there,
the mountain heather, the tiny, pinkish
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