Then all at once he reached for the rising-plane control, drew it over, and into the telephone spoke sharply: "Full speed ahead, now! Give her all she's got!" A shout, was it?
Many shouts, cries, execrations! But where?
Over the roar of the propellers, confused sounds won to the men in the pilot-house.

And all at once, by the dim aura of diffused light reflected from the huge beam, the major saw dim figures running, off there to the left, among the buildings of the stockade.
"For the Lord's sake!" he cried, amazed, with drooping jaw.
"Men--after us! Look there--_look_!" The Master remained utterly impassive, eyes keen on the in-rushing track, now close to its abrupt ending over the vacancy of space.
Captain Alden's pupils narrowed, through the mask-holes, but he said nothing.

Bohannan gripped the captain's shoulder painfully, then reached for the pistol in his own holster.
"They're on to us!" he vociferated.

"Somebody's got wise--they're--" Little red spurts of fire began to jet, among the buildings; the crackling of shots started popping, like corn-kernels exploding.

Dark figures were racing for the Palisade gate--the gate where, if any slightest thing went wrong with track or giant plane, the whole vast fabric might crash down, a tangled mass of wreckage.
Then it was, that for the first time in all his knowledge of the Master, Bohannan heard the strange man laugh.
Joyously he laughed, and with keen pleasure.