Immediately, Cormac gives a start. He sees for certain the light streaking across the sky. And he could spot the characteristic sputter that Irving’s ship gave out of the trails of a hundred million.

He gets up. His legs shake from weariness and his head swims but his telegraph is beeping. Surely it is Irving!

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