A girl's gauntlet, of soft grey leather, gave the first hint of the true nature of the affair. Pete Logan picked up the glove in this peculiar situation.
We had lost two pilots in two days; and they had been our best flyers. At ten o'clock, on Monday, Fred Selby had flown out to sea; and twenty minutes later, we found him under the wreck of his plane afloat on the ocean. At ten o'clock on Tuesday, Billy Kent had flown to the same place in the sky, when something Selby, and was killed.
We came upon Kent under the wreck of his plane in almost the identical position in which we had found Selby on the day before. It was off Cape May, about fifty miles at sea.
Pete and I, on this morning, had been flying separately when we sighted the wreckage and we both brought our machines down to the sea beside it.
