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It’s a dead certainty, Benny, he said with a real ring in his voice;
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I could fail right enough if I played the fool, Jack; and then there’s the weather to be reckoned with. What’s going to happen if I start in a blizzard? The magneto may give out on short circuit—that’s one of the chances if it’s wet. When it begins to do that you may sally forth with a stretcher—not before. What I’m going ’no trumps’ on is the snow. If that keeps soft and I come down, there’ll be a new start. And anyway, it doesn’t much matter, for there’ll only be one flying man less in the world; and, like the folks in Gilbert’s opera, he really won’t be missed. You go to sleep and don’t worry over it, Jack. It will be time enough to do that when I take a toss.