We were nearly at our destination. The aero was going very slowly. Soon there was almost color in the scene. Soundless flashes of what seemed alternate light and darkness.
Turber stood up. "Just sit quiet, Nanette! Hold the arms of your chair; don't be frightened."
He went over and stood by Bluntnose. "The exact night—don't mistake it."
"No."
There was a long period of daylight. Long? It may have been a second or two.
Then darkness. Then light again. My heart was pounding. Outside in the corridor I saw the woman Josefa standing against the wall.
Darkness outside again. The cabin reeled. It lurched. The humming vibration was gone. I heard Turber's voice: "Good enough! Not much after sunset."
We hung in the air; poised over the river.
A quiet starlight night. Early evening. The aero's horizontal propellers were whirling; I could hear their throb. We sank gently to the ground, with the depths of the forest about us and the starlit river near by.