No, no, there's nothing for it now, but the neutralizer!" "My will is made, anyhow," growled Bohannan.

"Faith, I'm glad it is!" The Master gave no reply, but took from the rail the little phone that hung there, and pressed a button, four times.

He cupped the receiver at his ear.
"You, Enemark ?" asked he, of the man at the neutralizer far down in the penetralia of the giant air-liner.

"Throw in the first control.
Half-voltage, for three minutes.

Then three-quarters, for two; and then full, with all controls.