Chapter Eleven
Clara was beginning to hate the very sight of an autogyro.
It was two in the morning, and she was tired enough to regret having gone to Hildy’s ball the night before. She longed to be sleeping, but instead she was at Hildy’s hidden workshop once more, helping to pound out their third autogyro. They’d spent all day at Max’s manufactory working on the new gyro design for the government expedition. That they were still managing to produce functional machines seemed little short of a miracle, for Hildy and Til were obviously every bit as tired in mind and body as she was herself.
Nobody had the energy to talk, so work had progressed in near total silence for the past couple of hours. When Clara, lying on her back beneath the newest gyro, nearly dozed off with the tools in her
