So Fuz had slid into the cockpit of his own Wiljohn biplane, warmed up the motor, and held the machine in readiness behind the long mechanics' hall near the center of the grounds. Ten minutes later, Hal Dane entered one door of this building, went out by another door, flung a leg over the cockpit, and was in beside Fuz. In the next moment, he was riding high above the throng, fleeing from fame, on the way to the "somewhere else"--and that was the Mazarin Hangars on the city outskirts. Here was housed his own plane, his Wind Bird, that he'd not yet seen in all its completeness.