together, and
the storage-battery looked as if it had been burned out.

A flicker of the eyelid and Norton seemed to regain some degree of
consciousness. He was living over again the ages that had passed during
the seconds of his terrible fall.

"Will they never stop? Oh, those sparks, those sparks! I can't
disconnect it. Sparks, more sparks--will they never--" So he rambled on.
It was fearsome to hear him.

But Kennedy was now sure that Norton was safe and in good hands, and he
hurried back in the direction of the grand stand. I followed. Flying
was over for that day, and the people were filing slowly out toward the
railroad station where the special trains were waiting. We stopped at
the wireless station for a moment.

"Is it true that Norton will recover?" inquired the operator.

"Yes. He was only stunned, thank Heaven! Did you keep a record of the
antics of your receiver since I saw you last?"

"Yes, sir. And I made a copy for you. By the way, it's working all right
now when I don't want it. If Williams was only in the air now I'd give
you a good demonstration of communicating with an aeroplane," continued
the operator as he prepared to leave.

Kennedy thanked him for the record and carefully folded it. Joining the
crowd, we pushed our way out, but instead of going down to the station
with them, Kennedy turned toward the barn and the yellow house.

For some time we waited about casually, but nothing occurred. At length
Kennedy walked up to the shed. The door was closed and double padlocked.
He knocked, but there was no answer.

Just then a man appeared on the porch of the yellow house. Seeing us, he
beckoned. As we approached he shouted, "He's gone for the day!"

"Has he a city address--any place I could reach him to-night?" asked
Craig.

"I don't know. He hired the barn from me for two weeks and paid in
advance. He told me if I wanted to address him the best way was 'Dr. K.
Lamar, General Delivery, New York City.'"

"Ah, then I suppose I had better write to him," said Kennedy, apparently
much gratified to learn the name. "I presume he'll be taking away his
apparatus soon?"

"Can't say. There's enough of it. Cy Smith--he's in the electric light
company up to the village--says the doctor has used a powerful lot of
current. He's good pay, though he's awful closemouthed. Flying's over
for to-day, ain't it? Was that feller much hurt?"

"No, he'll be all right to-morrow. I think he'll fly again. The
ma