Mr. Barr means to adhere closely to what he and his like call business
methods. Come, let us get back to the city and--"

Her words were cut short by a shout from Malvoise. He started up his
engine suddenly and before the old man could step back out of the way,
the helpers, taken by surprise, let go of the rear structure to which
they had been clinging.

"Out of my way!" yelled Malvoise, as like some huge juggernaut the
black aeroplane bore down on old Eben Joyce. But the warning came too
late.

A horrified cry of:

"He's killed!" went up from the crowd, as the end of one of the planes
struck the old man and knocked him on to the grass with crashing
force.

His daughter shrieked aloud as she saw the accident and rushed to her
father's side as the Buzzard swept on.

Old Mr. Joyce lay very still. There was a deep gash in his head where
the aeroplane had struck him.

In the midst of the excitement there fell over the crowd a dark
shadow. Everybody looked up to see what had caused it, and there,
right above them, was the Golden Eagle. Frank had seen the crowd and
driven the aeroplane above it to see what was the matter.

The next minute the great aeroplane glided groundward and landed