Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
I knew, though, that if they were to turn toward us by any chance the
great cone-shaped cruiser-finders which are set in the sides of all
war-cruisers and air-forts and air-cities, that we would be detected
soon enough, since undoubtedly the patrol-ships beneath carried them
also. Those great cone-like instruments, when turned in any direction
can detect by means of super-sensitive induction-balances the operation
of any electrostatic-motors. Fortune favored us, though, for without
dreaming of our existence there above them the ring of patrol-cruisers,
the circle of moving lights, moved smoothly on to the north while we
held eastward until they had vanished behind us.
Now as I spoke a swift order we were picking up speed again, our
cruisers accelerating once more to their former velocity. I knew that
we must be very near the southwestern coast of England. Our course lay
high above that coast, taking us along a line that would lie midway
between the two mighty air-cities of London and Paris, avoiding both
purposely on our great flight toward the mightier air-city of Berlin.
Soon, I knew, the great air-fort chain that guarded the whole western
coasts of Europe would be drawing within sight, and intently enough
we were peering forth in search of it, but though that must be passed
still we had won through apparently, the outer patrols, without
discovery.
"It's hardly likely that they'd have a second line of outer patrols
out," I said to Macklin, as we peered together through the dim night
from the bridge-room of the rushing ship. "And once we get past the
air-forts we'll have a good chance."
He nodded. "They'll never dream of us making a raid upon them tonight,
and if we aren't picked up by the air-forts' cruiser-finders we can
reach--"
He broke off, suddenly, and at the same moment as he, I gazed down
toward the right. Another ring of moving lights was there in the
darkness beneath, northward, too. But this one had paused for a moment
and was slanting straight up toward us!
"Another patrol!" Macklin's cry was echoed into the distance-phone.
Another patrol--and it had seen us! And then, even as that patrol's
twenty cruisers slanted up toward us, to challenge us, eighty of the
cruisers of the lowest of our great triangle of ships had whirled like
light down toward them, without command or formation, whirled down upon
them massed together like a great striking thunderbolt of gleaming
metal! For they knew, without need of command, that in an instant more
the patrol-cruisers beneath would see and recognize the purpose of all
our racing ships, would instantly with their distance-phones send the
alarm spreading like flame over all the European Federation. And so our
eighty down-rushing cruisers, massed solidly together, fired no guns
and dropped no bombs, but simply flashed downward in a terrific ramming
swoop and in an instant more had crashed their great mass squarely into
the ring of the uprising European ships!
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