King of the Air; Or, To Morocco on an AeroplaneStrang, Herbert
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King of the Air; Or, To Morocco on an Aeroplane
Strang, Herbert
Air travel -- Fiction; Morocco -- Fiction
Printed in Great Britain by Richard Clay & Sons, Limited,
Bungay, Suffolk.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. Mr. Greatorex is Astonished 9
II. Herr Schwab 20
III. Tom makes Experiments 34
IV. A Prisoner in Zemmur 51
V. Off the Barbary Coast 63
VI. Salathiel ben Ezra 81
VII. The Hills of Zemmur 98
VIII. The Swordsmith of Ain Afroo 116
IX. A Bolt from the Blue 133
X. The Kasbah 148
XI. Prison Breakers 167
XII. A Hitch 182
XIII. Diplomacy 196
XIV. The Troglodytes 218
XV. View Halloo! 233
XVI. Icarus 248
XVII. Compliments and Thanks 262
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
“He clutched at the grapnel, let go his hold
of the mast, and swung clear” 79
“His sword flew from his grasp, and he reeled
dizzily to the ground.” 130
“Tom, seizing a big stone, threw it with all his
force into the black room beneath” 187
“Abdul bent over the brink and smartly rapped his
knuckles with the butt of Tom’s revolver” 222
KING OF THE AIR
CHAPTER I—MR. GREATOREX IS ASTONISHED
Mr. John Greatorex was very wealthy, and very obstinate. He had made a
large fortune as a manufacturer of chemicals, but disclaimed any
knowledge of chemistry. He had dabbled a little in mechanics, and was
convinced that he possessed an accurate practical knowledge of its
applications. Consequently, when his new motor-car arrived, he saw no
necessity to take a chauffeur with him on its trial spin. He was like a
child with a new toy, jealous of participation.
“My dear,” said Mrs. Greatorex, as she handed him his motor goggles,
“are you sure you will not take Timothy? What if it breaks down?”
“My _love_,” said Mr. Greatorex in his emphatic way, “I do not _want_
Timothy. It will not break down. If it _does_, I flatter myself I am
_competent_ to make any _necessary_ repairs. I shall be back at
seven-thirty—in good time for dinner; and I _hope and trust_ the soup
will _not_ be cold.”
He gave a preliminary _honk! honk!_ looking round with a smile that
plainly said, “There! you see that _everything_ is in order!” Then he
steered the car accurately down the drive to the road.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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