"Aeronautics is the secret--the privilege--" "I know.

But I'm the Master, and I mean to know." He laughed, full of this novel realisation of power that was his gift from the upper air.
The monoplane curved about, and the keen fresh wind cut across Graham's face and his garment lugged at his body as the stem pointed round to the west.

The two men looked into each other's eyes.
"Sire, there are rules--" "Not where I am concerned," said Graham, "You seem to forget." The aeronaut scrutinised his face "No," he said.

"I do not forget, Sire.
But in all the earth--no man who is not a sworn aeronaut--has ever a chance.

They come as passengers--" "I have heard something of the sort.