"No damage, either.

If the floats had smashed when they hit the gate, there'd have been a devil of an explosion--vacuum collapsing, you know.

Close call, but we made it! Now, if--" "That will do!" the Master curtly interrupted, with steadfast eyes peering out through the conning windows.

Now that the first _elan_ of excitement had spent itself, this strange man had once more resumed his mantle of calm.

Upborne on the wings of wondrous power, wings all aquiver with their first stupendous leap into the night-sky, the Master--impassive, watchful, cool--seemed as if seated in his easy-chair at _Niss'rosh_.
"That will do, Major!" he repeated.