a lot of instruments for airplanes. He used to say that the
Crane instruments revolutionized flying. I wonder if you are that Mr.
Crane?"

"That is rather unjustifiably high praise, Miss Spencer," replied Crane,
"but as I have been guilty of one or two things along that line, I may
be the man he meant."

"Pardon me if I seem to change the subject," put in Seaton, "but where's
DuQuesne?"

"We came to at the same time, and he went into the galley to fix up
something to eat."

"Good for him!" exclaimed Dorothy. "I'm simply starved to death. I would
have been demanding food long ago, but I have so many aches and pains
that I didn't realize how hungry I was until you mentioned it. Come on,
Peggy, I know where our room is. Let's go powder our noses while these
bewhiskered gentlemen reap their beards. Did you bring along any of my
clothes, Dick, or did you forget them in the excitement?"

"I didn't think anything about clothes, but Martin did. You'll find your
whole wardrobe in your room. I'm with you, Dot, on that eating
proposition--I'm hungry enough to eat the jamb off the door!"

* * * * *

After the girls had gone, Seaton and Crane went to their rooms, where
they exercised vigorously to restore the circulation to their numbed
bodies, shaved, bathed, and returned to the saloon feeling like new men.
They found the girls already there, seated at one of the windows.

"Hail and greeting!" cried Dorothy at sight of them. "I hardly
recognized you without your whiskers. Do hurry over here and look out
this perfectly wonderful window. Did you ever in your born days see
anything like this sight? Now that I'm not scared pea-green, I can enjoy
it thoroughly!"

The two men joined the girls and peered out into space through the
window, which was completely invisible, so clear was the glass. As the
four heads bent, so close together, an awed silence fell upon the little
group. For the blackness of the interstellar void was not the dark of an
earthly night, but the absolute black of the absence of all light,
beside which the black of platinum dust is pale and gray; and laid upon
this velvet were the jewel stars. They were not the twinkling,
scintillating beauties of the earthly sky, but minute points, so small
as to seem dimensionless, yet of dazzling brilliance. Without the
interference of the air, their rays met the eye steadily and much of the
effect of comparative distance was lost. All seeme