This, too, gave a sense of vast, self-contained power.

He saw stupendous propeller-blades, their varnished surfaces flicking out high-lights as the incandescents struck them.

Motionless these propellers were; but something in their tense, clean sweep told of the raging cyclone to which they could whip the air, once the spinning engines should be clutched in on their shafts.
The captain's eyes wandered over the whole enormous construction, towering there above him.

He saw rows of lighted windows, each cased in shining metal; a V-pointed pilot-house--the same where the still figure had dropped over the sill of the open window--a high-raised rudder of artful curve, vast as the broadside of a barn; railed galleries running along the underbody of the fuselage, between the floats and far aft of them.
Everything gleamed and flickered with bright metal, varnish, snowy celluloid.

The body of the machine looked capable of housing twice as many men as the Legion numbered.