Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction
But his appeal fell on ears that were deaf to all save one voice. Above
the swirl and the wind I had heard Doris call to us, and nought else
mattered. Doris was frightened. Doris wanted somebody near to her
besides that senseless Spaniard. Doris dreaded what might happen. That
must not be, and so, with eyes fixed resolutely on her graceful figure
standing silhouetted against the clouds, I shut my lips tightly and
crept along that dizzy path that separated me from her. What if she did
not know me in that disguise? I, at least, knew her, and, should the
need come, I would, I swore to myself, cheerfully lay down my life to
save her from harm.
That passage from the car to the platform could not have occupied more
than seven or eight seconds. To me it seemed as though hours had passed
before I got to that platform and stood up by that complicated series of
levers, with hands firmly gripped to the steel rails that ran round on
three sides, the bulky outline of the motor shutting in the fourth. At
length, however, I stood there, and realised I had not reached it one
instant too soon, for just at that moment the air-ship struck a warmer
strata of atmosphere and began to move on a dizzy and bewildering
course, now shooting upward like a rocket, then striking a cold wind,
and collapsing like a stricken bird.
"Pull some of those levers, man. Get the rudder at work," shouted the
professor through his hands as the machine commenced to career sideways
through the air like a torpedo. "These cars will be flattened out if
you don't accomplish something soon."
But my blood was up after my dizzy crawl through space, and I felt I
could not brook interference. "Throw that idiot out if he says another
word," I shouted to Casteno. Then I turned to Doris. "Don't be
frightened, Miss Napier," I cried, "just trust me, and, if all goes
well, we shall before five minutes are over be safe on land again." And
then I bent down and studied the machinery by which I was surrounded.
A ship's compass warned me of the position of the levers that controlled
the rudder, and after three or four experimental turns of the latter I
got the great monster in hand. Indeed, so queerly constituted are we
men who love adventure that, no sooner did I find the air-ship obey my
movements, than I promptly forgot all the dangers of my position, and,
almost with boyish joy, I began to manoeuvre the vessel, first in one
direction and then in another, until in the end I found I could make it
head on whatever course I wished.
Unfortunately, none of those movements brought the machine any nearer to
the earth, and I had to turn to try other levers, the objects of which
were not quite so apparent. My first experiment shut off the control of
the motor. My second extinguished the electrical ignition altogether,
and I found that as the screw ceased to revolve we began to fall to the
earth at a tremendous pace.
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