"Hope they haven't hit my tank," he maundered. "I -- I'll get there --" But that was all he did say, for unconsciousness was coming fast. At the same time he sensed somehow that the Fokker -- already well peppered by his own crowd on that same day -- was listing, sagging, so that at last he could hardly keep his seat. "I -- I'm goin' -- goin'," he kept reiterating in his mind. "Goin' - go'n -- go --" He lapsed into complete unconsciousness, with his last sentient movement pressing the wheel and controls downward and towards the left, where he finally half fell, as we have seen before. Byers and the orderly bore him quickly to the near-by dormitory, where many of the fliers were temporarily lodged. Senator Walsen and the girls followed, while some of the mechanics attended to the crippled Fokker. In almost no time the surgeon on duty was there with two of the Red Cross nurses. Though unconscious, Stanley was restless, uneasy, evidently worrying. He muttered unintelligibly, tried to break forth more loudly, but for the present was unable to make any meaning clear to the others. "What gets me," remarked Byers while watching the deft manipulations of the surgeon and the nurses, "is how he came here alone and in such a rig. Why, that Fokker must have been taken from Fritzy! Why didn't he return in one of our own machines? Where are the others? I tell you, Senator, there is trouble afoot; I feel it in my bones!" As may be imagined, both Andra and Avella were much concerned, though neither would admit it to the other or, for that matter, to any one else. Only once Andra, clinging to her sister, whispered timidly: "Sup -- suppose this poor chap never does revive, Vella? How will we ever know?" "We've got to know, Andra. Got to -- that's all I can say!" By these two whisperings aside each girl was conscious of betraying to the other some sign of that deep, sudden interest with which at least two of these dashing young aviators had inspired them. And they, the fair daughters of a United States Senator! Verily strange and surprising are the freaks of Cupid. But of this more later. The physician was still busy over the slowly reviving patient, when the watchful orderly hurried in to where the captain was watching and waiting. "I thought I better go out and take a look, sir. While I was out at the observation there came some signal flares out of the nor'-nor'east. I wasn't certain, sir, so I waited. Along came another flash, adding our most private code signal. After that I dared not hesitate, nor had I time to run to you without answering. So I - so I --" "So you answered, eh? Well, that's all right. Did you show a flare, also in code?" "You bet, sir! I think it's one of our missing men that may have lost his way. Better come out with me. He'll be landing next."