Accurately the captain fired at dark figures.
One fell.

Another staggered; but as the machine swept on, they lost sight of it.
Men rose up before the rushing airship.

One of the great gates began to swing shut, far at the end of the track.

The Master laughed again, with the wind whipping at his hair.

"Full speed ahead!" he shouted into the telephone.
The _Nissr_ leaped into a swifter course.