15/23 Though still shaken and trembling, he drew himself erect. His right hand loosened itself from the Master's; it went to his aviator's helmet in a sharp salute. "_Mon capitaine!_" The day passed uneventfully, at high altitudes, steadily rushing into the eye of the East. In the stillness and solitude of the upper air-lanes, _Nissr_ roared onward, invincibly, with sun and sky above, with shining clouds piled below in swiftly retreating masses that spun away to westward. Upborne on the wings of the eastward-setting wind, _Nissr_ felt nothing of such trivialities. |