on of ts— and take a closer look at t aircraft.”

    “Oenant Jorbert, obviously taking to include  least for a moment.

    “tell me, Mr. Jorbert,”  a transfer to the Flying Corps?”

    “ell, yes, sir,” replied Jorbert. “Eigimes . . .”

    “Just remember,” errupting   ture, not a flying macs pilots may be ted t s  all. Not felloors, knig.”

    Jorbert nodded, unmilitarily, saluted, and turned on his heel.

    “And don’t forget your s time you’re on duty, officer,” er him.

    “ anyone told you your revolver mig work?”

    Jorbert nodded again, flus saluted, ttled off doion trencion Post, a corporal ing ty years’ service, and a Cer mark on o ser pedigree, s ting back of the young officer.

    “errupted sentially dangerous appearance of an aircraft.

    “ater on to issue a s as tarily inco a smile. Before ually laug t, o trencion  o go beyond the all.

    it his smile.

    to a perfect landing in a flurry of snooucone sat in it, s cloak, respectively, t to stand knee-deep in tightly packed snow.

    toucone smiled at Sabriel,  red and eyebroed.

    “e made it.”

    “So far,” replied Sabriel, ierran side.  tone, and it ,  gone. Dark enougo be wandering around.

    toucone’s smile faded as  ook  so Sabriel. S, but it —another reminder of loss.

    “I’d better get too,” so retrieve t. touc t.

    out, s  sno. Beads of dark, t of its cover. Silently, Sabriel  on t of tucked ts of .

    “?” asked toucone, trying, and almost suc