He swore.
He swung himself round the intervening mass of levers and the monoplane swayed.
"Am I Master of the earth ?" he said.

"Or is your Society?
Now.

Take your hands off those levers, and hold my wrists.

Yes--so.

And now, how do we turn her nose down to the glide ?" "Sire," said the aeronaut.
"What is it ?" "You will protect me ?" "Lord! Yes! If I have to burn London.