His smile was of contentment absolute.
"My beauty--ah, my beauty!" he was murmuring.
Then, in the presence of this mighty thing, silence fell on all.

The major set hands on hips, blinked, puckered his lips, and silently whistled.

His expression was half incredulous, half enthusiastic.
What Alden was thinking revealed itself by the sparkle of his eyes through the holes of the mask behind the goggles.

Expressionless though that terribly mutilated face had to remain, you could sense in the man's whole attitude the exultation of the expert ace as he beheld the perfect machine.
The droning of the engines came distinctly to them all, a low, steady, powerful note, beautiful in its steady undertones of strength.

Behind the little group, a few involuntary exclamations of astonishment and joy became audible, as some of the Legionaries came into the second enclosure.
Without, blows on metal sharply resounded.