“Go to this flying stage—to this machine.”
“What do you mean?”
“I am an aeronaut. After all—. Those days for which you reproached me were not altogether wasted.”
He turned to the old man in yellow. “Tell them to put it upon the guides.”
The man in yellow hesitated.
“What do you mean to do?” cried Helen.
“This monoplane—it is a chance—.”
“You don’t mean—?”
“To fight—yes. To fight in the air. I have thought before—. A big aeroplane is a clumsy thing. A resolute man—!”
“But—never since flying began—” cried the man in yellow.