"Let us follow them, father," urged Andra, while Avella tugged at her
sister's arm, sure that the Senator would go too. "Come on, papa."

Both girls were off, while the Senator came after, though at a slower
pace.

Reaching the observation post -- merely a platform erected on the
highest elevation near by, they saw the captain and the orderly both
scanning the eastern skies through their night glasses, instruments of
the latest design. To the girls' nothing was as yet was visible but
the stars now shining dimly through a thin haze that hung over h
landscape.

"Let us go up. Papa will follow." This from Andra as they climbed the
steps to the little platform where the two aviators were scanning the
upper air.

From the disjointed remarks of the airmen the realized that something
was in sight, yet hardly visible to the naked eye. At last, however,
came a gasp from one of the girls who pointed eagerly to the other.

"Don't you see it?" exclaimed Andra. "Where are your eyes? My! It's
sagging downward. I wonder --'

Here Avella interrupted with a slight scream as she too, caught sight
of a faint, filmy something that was teetering slowly down, but not in
straight lines as is usual when planes are descending in the regular
methods employed by aviators when striving to reach a certain landing.