CHAPTER XVII
A JOYFUL REUNION
Cora gasped as the aircraft mounted into the sky and she saw the earth falling away from her. It was the newest and greatest thrill in her experience.
Her first sensation was that of detachment. She seemed to be floating in a sea of ether. Everything was impalpable, intangible. It seemed to be her astral body that was moving through space. All that was material seemed to have been thrown aside like a cast-off garment.
Her next impression was that of silence. All earthly noises had been stilled. The song of birds, the rustling of leaves that had made the forest vocal had died away. It seemed as though the world had been suddenly stricken dumb. The only sound was that of the motor with its monotonous hum.
“Like it?” called out Miss Moore, looking at her with a smile.
“Do I?” replied Cora. “It’s just heavenly!”
The aviatrix gazed at her with approval. She had found a kindred spirit.
“You’re a thoroughbred,” she said. “Many girls would be frightened to death. They’d be begging me to descend.”
“No danger of my doing that,” laughed Cora. “I could go on like this forever, if I were not so anxious to get back to my friends.”
They were flying now at a height of five hundred feet, and the air, despite the August sun, was cold. Miss Moore had given Cora a coat and a pair of gloves from her kit, however, so that she was fairly well protected.