Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
Instantly the first six squadrons of the two columns, our own one
of the first, leapt forward and out from the two great lines of the
main fleet. Our own and another squadron moved straight ahead, past
the silver-striped flagship of the First Air Chief, until our two
hundred ships had spread out into a great, thin fringe that was flying
forward miles before the main body of our fleet. Two of the other four
squadrons drove to right and left of the fleet, spreading there in the
same way, the remaining two taking up positions high above and far
beneath our two great columns. Thus, with its great lines of scouts
fringing it and protecting it from surprise on all sides, our great
fleet drove on toward the east over the gray and endless plain of the
Atlantic, holding at Yarnall's orders a speed of eight hundred miles an
hour.
The crimson descending sun flaming in the heavens behind us, the great
gray ocean stretching endlessly beneath us, we rushed on through empty
sea and sky. By then Hilliard had gone down to take up his position
with the crew beneath, but Macklin and I still stared into the great
empty vista before us. With the drone of our great motors and those of
the scouts flying beside us, we seemed like a great flight of bees.
Beneath there was no sound now from the crew, a silence that told of
the tenseless, of expectancy. But still before us was no sign of the
great fleet that we had come out to meet, and almost it seemed that in
spite of our certain information as to its course we had missed it,
since already we were some hundreds of miles out to sea. Then suddenly,
as I gazed ahead, I caught my breath, and the next moment had turned
swiftly to the distance-phone.
"Squadron 1 reporting," I said rapidly. "The scouts of the European
Federation fleet are in sight and are heading toward us!"
For there ahead a great line of dark dots had appeared suddenly in the
empty sky, a great fringe of dark dots that were rushing toward us and
that were becoming quickly larger! With each moment that they raced
toward us they became larger, until they had come plain to our eyes
as long torpedo-shaped cruisers like our own. They differed from our
own only in that their bridge-rooms, instead of being raised like our
own, were sunk flush with their upper-surfaces, only their transparent
forward-windows showing. They were the scouts of the European fleet,
and at the same time I saw them they must have seen us, for they
changed their course slightly. So racing straight toward us were five
hundred cruisers opposing the two hundred of our far-flung line. On and
on they came, and I saw momentarily far behind them a great cloud of
other cruisers, the mighty main body of the European fleet. I shouted
the information into the distance-phone. Then the next moment the
speeding line of cruisers before us had rushed straight into our own
onrushing line!
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