Quiverings of radiance reached out for her, felt into the void, whirled like cosmic spokes.

The Brooklyn Navy Yard whipped the upper air for her.

Down on Sandy Hook, a slim spear of light stabbed questingly through the night.

Then all at once the monster light on Governor's Island caught her, dazzling into the Master's eyes.
He only smiled, as he sheered eastward, dropped East River behind and unloosed the Sky-eagle's course above Brooklyn.
"Just a little fireworks, as a send-off, Major," said he, notching the speed ahead, ever ahead, till a whipping gale began to beat in at the broken pane.

"They got word of it pretty quick, eh?
I suppose they'll send up a few planes after us." "_After_ us, yes!" exulted the major.