“Oh? About what?”
“About stupidity, recklessness and self-endangering behaviour.”
Til grinned. “Sometimes recklessness pays off.”
“Let’s hope this is one of those times,” Clara muttered. The roar of the autocarriage engine drowned her words and she didn’t try to repeat them. Instead she put on her cool, confident face and got into the massive vehicle. Til drove it over to the other side of the warehouse and stopped near the gyro.
“About half an hour, then,” he said as he jumped down, “and you’ll be in the air. Help me get it on board, now.”
Til’s prediction was accurate. About thirty minutes later, the autogyro stood in an open field, its engine sputtering into life. The month of Mai had been dry so far, so the ground was quite firm. Mid afternoon sun glinted off Clara’s goggles as sh
