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The next moment all the air about us seemed filled with whirling,
striking cruisers, as the two scouting lines met and crashed. In that
first moment a score of our cruisers crumpled and collapsed in headlong
collisions with European cruisers. And then as Macklin threw the wheel
up at my hoarse cry, our own ship heeled over with sickening speed to
avoid two European cruisers hurtling straight toward us. Then as we
rushed by them there came the swift sharp detonations of their great
heat-guns and a storm of shining cylindrical heat-shells rushed from
them toward us. At that moment Macklin swung our cruiser back upward
and over the two rushing European ships, and as there came a word from
Hilliard to the crew, our own keel heat-guns rained down a score of
heat-shells upon the two ships. One of those ships the heat-shells
missed, but the other was struck squarely by three of them.
Instantly there was a blinding flare of white light as the striking
heat-shells burst, releasing upon the luckless European ship all the
terrific heat contained within them, the vast vibrations of radiant
heat. For this was the most deadly weapon of modern air-warfare, these
shining shells in which, by special processes, the vibrations of
intense radiant heat could be concentrated. And as those shells struck
and burst upon the luckless ship below we saw the ship hang motionless
for a moment in the midst of that blinding flare, its metal sides
glowing and fusing. Then we saw it plunge downward like a great meteor
toward the gray Atlantic!
But now our own cruisers were whirling up and backward, back toward
the struggling ships that hung now in a mighty, struggling line. Like
swooping hawks our own craft flashed, diving down upon that battling
line with bow and keel guns raining heat-shells upon the European
ships below, racing down at a giddy angle into that wild melee of
struggling ships and heat-shells that the combat there had become. So
wild and fierce had been the combat in the few moments since we had
met the European scouts that already scores of ships had plunged down
in white-hot destruction toward the ocean. But we had, I saw, well
accounted for ourselves in those moments, since almost twice as many of
the European cruisers had fallen as our own, and they seemed staggered.
Then as our ships leapt like angry birds of prey after them, there came
a quick order from the distance-phone that abruptly halted us.
"Main body of European forces approaching! All front and side
scout-squadrons rejoin our fleet!"
Trapped!
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