"Look, how they come!" John trembled and the hand of Julie in his own trembled too, but it was not fear, it was the feeling that a miracle, a miracle to save them, was coming to pass.
The four black dots moved on out of the west and John knew that they were aeroplanes coming swiftly and directly toward their mountain.

The dawn reaching the zenith spread also to the west and the flying machines were outlined clearly in the luminous golden haze.

Then John, too, uttered a great cry.
He knew the slender sinuous shape that led.

As far as eye could reach he would recognize the _Arrow_.

The miracle was done.