there--two hundred and thirty thousand
miles, about, when--when an eighth
of an inch out at the start; and it would
m-miss--miss?" breathed a youth who
knelt by the heroine of the evening, the
inventor's daughter.

"Toandoah doesn't miss. My father
doesn't miss." The young head of Pem-rose
Lorry queened it in the darkness,
with a pride which made of old Greylock,
at that moment, the world's throne.
"But how--how are we to live through
the next hundred hours--the next four
days--the time the Thunder Bird will
take to travel?"

Yet they did succeed in living through
it and in leading time a merry dance too,
for young Treffrey Graham, junior, all
old scores forgotten, was proving a prince
of chums, as spirited in play as he was
prompt in a pinch.

And together--hand clasped in hand,
indeed--by virtue of her being the inventor's
daughter, he the son of the man
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