storm, Trevor, but some day the sea and the air will come
together and wipe out all your work. Then you'll see that I was
right."

"You told me that more than a year ago, but I backed my skill
against your prophecy."

O'Neil answered him gravely: "Men like you and me become over-
confident of our powers; we grow arrogant, but after all we're
only pygmies."

"If Nature beats me here, I'm a ruined man," said the engineer.

"And if you defeat her, I'm ruined." O'Neil smiled at him.

"Let's make medicine, the way the Indians did, and call upon the
Spirit of the Wind to settle the question," Eliza suggested, with
a woman's quick instinct for relieving a situation that
threatened to become constrained. She and Natalie ran to Trevor's
sideboard, and, seizing bottle and shaker, brewed a magic broth,
while the two men looked on. They murmured incantations, they
made mystic passes, then bore the glasses to their companions.

As the men faced each other Natalie cried:

"To the Wind!"

"Yes! More power to it!" Eliza echoed.

Trevor smiled. "I drink defiance."