"I should have liked to know how they worked those silent plane motors,"
Michaelson said.

"Huh? What did you say?" Craig asked.

"You weren't listening," the scientist accused. He adjusted his glasses
and looked along the rail to where Margy Sharp was standing. "Ah. I
see," he said.

"You see what?" Craig challenged, grinning.

"I see that my presence not only is no longer necessary but is not
wanted." The scientist smiled and walked away.

* * * * *

Dusk came down. Craig was never quite sure how it happened but somehow
he and the girl found themselves closer together. "Margy," he said,
"about the water, in the life-boat--"

"Oh, that," the girl said. "If you're worried about that, I've been
talking to Mrs. Miller. She was awake most of the night the water
disappeared. She says she isn't certain but she thought she saw somebody
crawl forward and help himself while you were asleep."

Craig sighed. All the time he had known he hadn't taken the water. The
important thing was for Margy to know it.

"Look," said Craig, gesturing toward the shore-line, "out there is a new
world, new lands, new places, all waiting to be explored. It's all ours,
every foot of it, to be explored--"

"Ours?" the girl questioned, and her voice was very low.

"Yes," Craig said. "What I mean is--Margy--Well, you once said we were
two of a kind--and--"

"I think," the girl said calmly, "that Captain Higgins has the authority
to make us _one_ of a kind, if that is what you are trying to say."

"That," Craig shouted, "is exactly what I am trying to say."

* * * * *

The dusk deepened into darkness. They were very close together now.
Saying nothing, they looked toward shore, toward that vast, strange new
land where no human foot had ever trod. It was in Craig's mind that this
strange adventure in time was almost over. Then, as he thought of the
new worlds that his sons and grandsons would have the privilege of
exploring, the thought came that adventure is never over--it is always
just beginning.

THE END

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