“Be careful lest you injure my child.”
“Have no fear on that score, Zamora.”
Frank then entered the pilot-house, and drove the Jove ahead at the top of her speed.
She had gone up a hill.
At one side was a cliff.
Frank steered her for it.
Straight to the edge she rushed.
It made Zamora shudder as she leaped from the cliff into the air while going at a high rate of speed.
Out she flew like a gun shot.
Then she sank a trifle, but the wind cushioned her great planes and she floated steadily.