Just how it all came about, she never quite knew, but soon she found herself gently rising from the ground.
“We’re going!” she exclaimed. “Oh, let me out!”
“Steady!” said Breen, his eyes on his machinery; “don’t speak to me. Yes, we’re going for a tiny spin, and you can have it out with me afterward.”
Patty was aghast, but she realised with her quick common-sense that she must not speak to Breen, or distract his attention in any way.
But she said quietly, “Please put me out as soon as you can.”
A light laugh was his reply, and they soared higher.
Finding herself utterly unable to prevent the trip, and knowing not at all how long it would last or where it would terminate, Patty, with her usual adjustment to circumstances, allowed herself to enjoy it. The day was perfect, the air cold and clear, and the sensation of the strange motion wonderfully exhilarating.
After a short time her tense muscles relaxed a bit, and she breathed more freely. She didn’t feel afraid, but felt a strong nervous tension, and an intense desire to get down again. She tried to speak to Breen, in spite of his warning, but the noise of the motor drowned her voice.
She looked about, or tried to, when suddenly she became aware that a strand of her hair had loosened and was caught in something.
Terribly frightened, and feeling sure that to move her head would precipitate some awful disaster, Patty put her wits to work.