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The forest was now a pandemonium. Great boughs, split from their
parent trunks, fell crashing to the ground in all directions. The
scream of the wind roused echoes which repeated themselves, here,
there and everywhere. No rain had fallen yet, but the sight of
the clouds skurrying pell-mell through the glare thrown up from the
shed, created such havoc in the already overstrained minds of the
three onlookers, that they hardly heeded, when with a c1atter and
crash which at another time would have startled them into flight,
the swaying oval before them was whirled from its hinges and thrown
back against the trees already bending under the onslaught of the
tempest. Destruction seemed the natural accompaniment of the moment,
and the only prayer which sprang to Oswald's lips was that the motor
whose throb yet lingered in their blood though no longer taken in
by the ear, would either refuse to work or prove insufficient to
lift the heavy car into this seething tumult of warring forces.
His brother's life hung in the balance against his fame, and he
could not but choose life for him. Yet, as the multitudinous
sounds about him yielded for a moment to that brother's shout,
and he knew that the moment had come, which would soon settle all,
he found himself staring at the elliptical edge of the hangar, with
an anticipation which held in it as much terror as joy, for the end
of a great hope or the beginning of a great triumph was compressed
into this trembling instant and if -
Great God! he sees it! They all see it! Plainly against that
portion of the disc which still lifted itself above the further
wall, a curious moving mass appears, lengthens, takes on shape,
then shoots suddenly aloft, clearing the encircling tops of the
bending, twisting and tormented trees, straight into the heart of
the gale, where for one breathless moment it whirls madly about
like a thing distraught, then in slow but triumphant obedience to
the master hand that guides it, steadies and mounts majestically
upward till it is lost to their view in the depths of impenetrable
darkness.
Orlando Brotherson has accomplished his task. He has invented a
mechanism which can send an air-car straight up from its mooring
place. As the three watchers realise this, Oswald utters a cry
of triumph, and Doris throws herself into Mr. Challoner's arms.
Then they all stand transfixed again, waiting for a descent which
may never come.
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