Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
I stared forth tensely with Macklin and Hilliard in a vain attempt to
see through those masses, heard the thunder of guns still going off
blindly somewhere in the great cloud-mass behind us, knew that in the
wild heat of pursuit the European fleet had rushed after us into that
great cloud-bank. Then came a swift order of "All ships halt!" from
the distance-phone, and as we came swiftly to a halt there in the
blinding, fleecy masses, motors droning still, we heard the crash of
ship on ship behind us in the cloud-bank as the foremost cruisers of
the European fleet drove blindly into our own, then halted fearfully
themselves, milling confusedly about in fear of further collisions and
with neither fleet firing now in the absolute blindness that held each
ship. Thus the two mighty fleets hung there for the moment blind and
helpless in the huge cloud-bank, and in that moment there came again
the First Air Chief's voice from before us in a swift, shouted command.
"All American Federation ships--_drop_!"
Before the order had ceased to echo Macklin's hand had flashed to the
power-stud, and as the great drone of our motors suddenly lessened our
cruiser dropped downward like a falling stone, plunged downward until
in a moment more it had ripped through the great fleecy mass of the
cloud-bank and into the open clear air beneath it, leaving the great
European fleet for the moment still in it. And in that moment, even as
our cruisers halted their plunging downward fall, there came a great
hissing sound from above as of the hissing of terrific jets of air, and
at the same instant we saw the mighty cloud-bank above breaking up,
disintegrating, its great fleecy masses whirling suddenly away in all
directions, driven away in a moment as though by mighty winds, breaking
away in formless flying vapors! Breaking away to leave clear air where
they had been, to leave the European fleet hanging there, appearing to
our sight suddenly as a confusedly milling mass of numberless ships
above us! And coming to----? on either side of that confused mass of
ships was _the great double line of our giant air-forts_!
"The air-forts!" My cry was echoed in that moment by Macklin and
Hilliard beside me, by all in our cruiser, in our fleet.
The air-forts! On either side of the disorganized European fleet they
hung, in their mighty double line, and as that fleet saw them now
for the first time with the sudden disappearance of the cloud-bank
that had hidden them, it seemed to hang motionless still as though
stunned with astonishment. Then the great heat-guns of the air-forts
had swung toward them, were thundering in swift chorus, were loosing
storm upon storm of heat-shells upon the confused, astounded ships that
swung between them! Were pouring forth in that awful moment all the
concentrated fire of their mighty batteries upon the European ships
caught between them.
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