His heart turned cold, a sickish feeling came into his stomach.
Somewhere in the heart of the control cords something parted.
On wingtip, the nose began to fall.
Instinctively, knowing that in that position the rudder functioned as an elevator, Don changed the position of the stick, using the rudder bar to elevate the rudder, gunning on full power to pull up the nose.
In that position, however, while the nose came up momentarily, saving them from a dive, Don understood that they would very soon slip, on wingtip, sidewise, down into the turbulence below them.
Garry, thanking his good fortune that he had studied airplane design with Don, during their work in the design and blue-print departments, acted.
He knew each rib, brace, strut and cable of that ship, could picture their positions from the multitude of drawings and of blue-prints he had handled.
With swift accuracy he kicked through the flooring, light and very easy to demolish.
Plunging his hands through the openings, bent low, he probed with hurrying fingers for the loose cables of the elevators.
He found them.