"If he lives," said the officer, "he'll owe his life to Motor Matt. I never saw anything like that before, and I hope I never shall again. Gad, how it strains a man's nerves."
When Cameron was removed from the machine, Matt passed to the forward planes and examined the end of the broken wire guy.
"It was notched with a file," he asserted, "and for more than two hours Cameron and I have been playing with death, hundreds of feet in the air."
He passed rapidly to the wire stay supporting the forward planes on the opposite side.
"This, also, is notched," he added. "If this guy had snapped, nothing could have saved us!"
"What murderous scoundrel could have done it?" demanded a dozen fierce voices.
"His name is Siwash Charley," said Matt. "It must have been done last night. Find the scoundrel, if you can; he should be made to answer for this."
[CHAPTER XVI.]
FAME—AND A LITTLE FORTUNE.