"Hurrah " The shout went upward in a swelling volume of sound as a thousand voices took up the cry. "Say, those boys can fly " "I should say so." "Did you see that swoop " "Did I? I thought they were goners sure." "They handle that sky-clipper like a bicycle."

The West Indian liner, Tropic Queen, one of the great vessels owned by the big shipping combine at whose head was Jacob Jukes, the New York millionaire, was plunging southward through a rolling green sea about two hundred miles to the east of Hatteras. It was evening and the bugle had just sounded for dinner.