inine, whether she was aboard. If she was, probably he would continue merely to play with me; probably I would not be deliberately driven into another plane. He would continue to show her how close he could skim me by and not strike.
Sweating in my palms and on the soles of my feet, I passed the mail-plane with the mail pilot turned and staring at me. He thought me a show-off, I suppose, flying at him and holding my hands behind my back as I went by.
But I went by. So she was aboard the three-seater; and after this, either she succeeded in preventing more exhibitions of this sort or it ceased to amuse him. He sent me far off to the side, recalled me, crossing me in front of him, tipped me, "banked" me and turned me over.
I flew upside down, the straps over my shoulders holding me in. He righted me. A few minutes later, he did the worst of all. He ceased to play with me; he ceased to pilot me; he let his hold on me lapse. The stiffness and the rigidity of his grasp was gone; the quick,
