Major Bohannan and Lieutenant Leclair, are your crews ready for the descent ?" "Yes, sir," the major answered.

"_Oui, mon capitaine_," replied the Frenchman.
"Tools all ready?
Machine-guns installed?
Yes?
Very well.

Open the trap, now, and swing the nacelle by the electric crane and winch.
Right! Steady!" The yells of rage and hate from below were all this time increasing in volume and savagery.

Quite a pattering of rifle-bullets had developed against the metal body of the lower gallery and--harmlessly glancing--against the fuselage.
Smiling, the Master once more peered over.

He seemed, as indeed he was, entirely oblivious to any fear.