When the door was closed again, a little silence fell in the pilot-house, the floor of which had now assumed an angle of nearly thirty degrees.
The droning of the helicopters, the drift of the sickly white smoke that--rising from _Nissr's_ stern--wafted down-wind with her, the drunken angle of her position all gave evidence of the serious position in which the Flying Legion now found itself.

Suddenly the Master spoke.

His dismissal of Bohannan and Leclair had given him the opportunity he wanted.
"Captain Alden," said he, bruskly, with the unwillingness of a determined man forced to reverse a fixed decision.

"I have reconsidered my dictum regarding you." "Indeed, sir ?" asked the woman, from where she stood leaning against the sill of the slanted window.

"You mean, sir, I am to stay with the Legion, till the end ?" "Yes.