That is, while you're shifting
the wing-angle. But you ought to be down here to do that; and,
meanwhile, she might nose down and slam into something, and--"
Reblong shuddered.
"I see." The athlete pondered for a moment. Then he lifted the
engineer bodily, chair and all, and moved him over nearer the
instrument. Next he loosened one of Reblong's hands, just enough to
permit him to reach certain of the levers. He also did some more
tying of knots and shifting of buckles, roped the chair to a
stanchion, and made sure that Reblong could not undo himself.
"It's up to you," said Fort with the new light in his eyes. "You run
this thing as it ought to be run, and you're safe. Trick me in any
way, and I'll get you!"
Reblong took a single look at those eyes. "I understand," said he,
in a low voice; and without further ado the athlete went to the
elevator.
In less than a minute the order came to "cast off." The engineer did
not hesitate, but threw the levers and turned the wheels which Fort
had expected to operate himself.
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