Now, all to work! And then, each to his place, in engine-room, cabins, or however and where assigned.

Come, come!" As the men trailed up the gangplank, that steeply rose to the sliding door in the fuselage, the Master checked them on his list.

Not one was absent.

He shut the notebook with a snap, and slid it back into his pocket.
"This goes on well," he commented to the major.

"So far, we are within three minutes, eighteen seconds, of schedule." The little group of four stood waiting, watching, while the others carried out all orders, aboard.