"He couldn't do that, you know, for the flexible fence would keep him off.

No; he sailed over the place in one of those air-screw machines, with a fan workin' under the car to keep it up." "And so he soared up above my glass roof and looked down, I suppose ?" "That's what he did," said Samuel; "but he had a good deal of trouble doin' it.

It was moonlight, and I watched him." "Why didn't you fire at him ?" asked Clewe.

"Or at least let fly one of the ammonia squirts and bring him down ?" "I wanted to see what he would do," said the old man.

"The machine he had couldn't be steered, of course.