The Master smiled again, as he realized his orders were going on with exact precision.
"That's the wireless they're putting out of commission," thought he, glancing at his watch again.

"No mere untuning of wave-lengths.
Good, old-fashioned hammer-blows! This station won't work again for a while!" Bohannan, meantime, was trying to get some general impression of the giant plane.

Not all the Master's descriptions of it, to him, had quite prepared him for the reality.

Though he well knew all the largest, biggest machines in the world, this stupendous creation staggered him.

By comparison with the Handley-Page, the Caproni, the D.H.-4, the Gotha 90-120, the Sikorsky, it spread itself as an eagle spreads beside a pigeon.
It lay in a kind of metallic cradle, almost like a ship ready for launching on its ways.