“Saints keep us, that’s that!” muttered Red. “Well, let’s shove along. I want to see what the engines are doing.” They climbed down into the eggs, one by one, and Red’s keen eyes took note of every part of the enormous throbbing engines, each controlled by two earnest and keen-eyed engineers. A third man sat on a small stool, always ready to stand by in case of trouble. Later, as they entered the observation room, after removing their overalls, Red grunted. “Everything looks okay,” he said, “but I wish Miss Hammond was at home in her own house, instead of bummin’ along up here a mile or so from anything more solid and endurin’ than a stiff breeze.” “You’re right,” said David. “Honest, Red, she is the nicest kid, and such a good sport.” “I think so,” said Red. “Gosh, did you feel the car shake then? We struck a crack in the wind. Yep, Miss Hammond is the real thing, all right. She is so nice to everybody. Why, she treats me just as good as she does you, Dave.” “Better!” assented David, bitterly. “Gosh, there’s another crack! Feel her bounce!” He was flung against the nearest chair, where he clung for support for a moment, until the ship again rode on an even keel. A little tremor ran through the Moonbeam; she rolled a little. Several of the passengers who were in the salon hurried to their cabins to rescue small articles which might be broken in the event of rougher weather. Others crowded close to the windows, watching the scudding clouds with anxious faces. Fifteen minutes passed, then the ship raised her nose, reared in a long curve, and swooped downward. From the galley came the sound of breaking dishes, followed by a yell of anguish from the cook. Flung into each other’s arms, David and Red executed a clumsy dance about the room before they could get their balance, as the ship righted and straightened out again. “Whew!” said Red, rubbing the back of his head where it had bumped against a hook. “Well, I don’t like that so well,” said David. “I am going to take a squint at that weather chart, and then look at the rear engine again,” said Red. “Coming?” “Go on,” said David. “I’ll join you as soon as I put on another sweater. I’m cold.” He turned and went into his cabin as Red hurried forward. David had to unpack the sweater, but he didn’t hurry. He knew that Fraine was on duty. He slipped on the heavy garment, then sauntered toward the control room. As he approached it a yell broke through the monotonous sounds of the gondola. A hoarse scream, another, and a jabbering laugh. He ran into the control room, and for an instant stood frozen by the sight that met his eyes.