Then, to Bohannan: "It looks now, Major, as if you'd have a chance to try your sovereign remedy." "Faith! Machine-guns, eh ?" "Yes, provided we get near enough to use them." "No vibrations this time, eh ?" demanded the Celt, a bit of good-humored malice in his voice.

"Vibrations are all very well in their way, sir, but when it comes to a man-to-man fight--" "It's not that, Major," the chief interrupted.

"We haven't the available power, now, for high-tension current.

So we must fall back on lesser means.
"You, sir, and Lieutenant Leclair, get the six gun-crews together at their stations.

When we drift in range, give the Beni Harb a few trays of blanks.