Four stout spokes unfolded; and from these, quadrants of a rim that easily snapped together.

The Master laid one hand easily on the rim of the big steering-wheel, flung his cap upon a locker, pulled down the telephone headpiece and snapped it on.
He touched a button.

The light died in the pilot-house, leaving only the hooded glows of the dials, switches, and small levers.

Night seemed suddenly to close in about the vast machine.

Till now it had been forgotten, ignored.