Publisher's Synopsis
"And how do you feel now, Mr. Stubbs?" Hal Paine took his eyes from the distance ahead long enough to gaze toward that part of the military aeroplane in which three other figures were seated. It might rather be said, however, that two of the others were seated, for the third figure was huddled up in a little ball, now and then emitting feeble sounds. In response to Hal's question, this huddled figure straightened itself up long enough to make reply. "I feel sick," came the answer in a low voice. "How long before we can get back to earth, so that I may die peacefully?" "Oh, I guess you won't die, Mr. Stubbs," said Hal, chuckling a bit to himself. He turned his eyes ahead again and gave his entire attention to guiding the swiftly flying craft. The first streak of dawn had appeared in the east but a few moments before and gradually now it was growing light. High in the air, it was very chilly and those in the aeroplane had drawn their coats closely about them. "Where do you suppose we are now, Hal?" This speaker was another of the passengers in the car, Chester Crawford, chum and bosom companion of Hal.
