No man was looking elsewhere than at this interloper.
Not much could be seen of him, so swaddled was he in sheepskin jacket, aviator's helmet, and goggles.

Leather trousers and leggings completed his costume.

The collar of the jacket, turned up, met the helmet.

Of his face, only the chin and lower part of the cheeks remained visible.
The silence tautened, stretched to the breaking-point.

All at once the master of _Niss'rosh_ demanded, incisively: "Your name, sir ?" "Captain Alfred Alden, of the R.A.F." "Royal Air Force man, eh?
Are you prepared to prove that ?" "I am." "If you're not, well--this won't be exactly a salubrious altitude for you." "I have my papers, my licenses, my commission." "With you here ?" "Yes, sir." "Very well," answered the Master, "I will examine them in due time.
English, American, or-- ?" "I am a Canadian." answered the aviator.