I'm of in a few minutes. Manitou is aboard. Glorious visibility. Now for Fritz and his occult designs—if there are any.
A little note to Connie—I scarcely know why. Not a nerve. Most happy. Noticed a small butterfly quite unfamiliar to me. No time now to investigate.
Engines! Manitou yelling with excitement. Symptoms of taking wing, but whistle checks insubordination…. All ready. Wish Connie were here.
McKay closed the little book, strapped and buckled the cover.
"Exit Sir W. Blint," he said, not flippantly. "I think I should like to have known that man."
The girl, lying there with the golden water swirling around her knees and her golden head on the moss, looked up through the foliage in silence.
The eagle was soaring lower over the forest now. After a little while she reached out and let her fingers touch McKay's hand where it rested on the moss:
"Kay?"
"Yes, Yellow-hair."
"It isn't possible, of course…. But are there any eagles in Europe that have white heads and tails?"