Science fiction; Space flight -- Fiction; Space ships -- Fiction
"That's right. I never thought of using those points for anything. I
found them out incidentally, and merely mentioned them as interesting
facts. I have a model of the main bar built, though, that will lift me
into the air and pull me all around. Want to see it work?"
"I certainly do."
As they were going out to the landing field Shiro called to them and
they turned back to the house, learning that Dorothy and her father had
just arrived.
"Hello, boys!" Dorothy said, bestowing her radiant smile upon them both
as Seaton seized her hand. "Dad and I came out to see that you were
taking care of yourselves, and to see what you are doing. Are visitors
allowed?"
"No," replied Seaton promptly. "All visitors are barred. Members of the
firm and members of the family, however, are not classed as visitors."
"You came at the right time," said Crane, smiling. "Dick has just
finished a model, and was about to demonstrate it to me when you
arrived. Come with us and watch the...."
"I object," interrupted Seaton. "It is a highly undignified performance
as yet, and...."
"Objection overruled," interposed the lawyer, decisively. "You are too
young and impetuous to have any dignity; therefore, any performance not
undignified would be impossible, _a priori_. The demonstration will
proceed."
* * * * *
Laughing merrily, the four made their way to the testing shed, in front
of which Seaton donned a heavy leather harness, buckled about his
shoulders, body and legs; to which were attached numerous handles,
switches, boxes and other pieces of apparatus. He snapped the switch
which started the Tesla coil in the shed and pressed a button on an
instrument in his hand, attached to his harness by a small steel cable.
Instantly there was a creak of straining leather and he shot vertically
into the air for perhaps a hundred feet, where he stopped and remained
motionless for a few moments. Then the watchers saw him point his arm
and dart in the direction in which he pointed. By merely pointing,
apparently, he changed his direction at will; going up and down, forward
and backward, describing circles and loops and figures of eight. After a
few minutes of this display he descended, slowing up abruptly as he
neared the ground and making an easy landing.
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