Drake looked back once as he sent the big ship skimming along the meadow at the far end of the lake. Silvaris and his people were gathered in a tight, worshipping little group, watching the bird plane take to the air. At three thousand feet he leveled off. Something soft and warm brushed his cheek. He turned and saw Sylvia's eyes close to his, warm and promising. The valley was no longer visible. From the air one could see only vast sweeps of snow and ice. The secret of the Fox People was well hidden. "Well," Puffy said from behind them, "Tiffany will never see another diamond to equal that one." "Everyone is happy," Drake answered. Adams chuckled. "Cinderella Drake found the silver slipper after all," he said. "And man, what a queen there was in it." Sylvia blushed prettily. "I'll try to dress a little more modestly in civilization," she offered. "Not for me," Drake urged. "When a man comes home from a hard day's work shooting down Japs, he likes to see as much of his wife as possible. Namely, in a very small fox fur." "Yea!" Puffy said. "Guess you're right. Excuse me while I go curl up with a good book." He blundered noisily toward the row of empty berths at the rear of the plane. * * * * * End of Project Gutenberg's Queen of the Flaming Diamond, by Leroy Yerxa