Wine of victory pulsed in his blood and brain.

Power lay under his hand, that closed with joy upon it.

Power not only over this hardy Legion, but power in perspective over-- "God, if I can do it!" he whispered, and fell silent.

His eyes rested on the instruments before him, their white dials glowing under the little penthouses of their metal shields.

Altitude now showed 2,437 feet, and still rising.