So there is no time to be lost.

Into the nacelle, and down with you!" "But if they try to rush us you can drop the other bomb, can't you ?" demanded the major, as they all clambered into the nacelle.
The Master smiled, as he laid his hands on top of the basket and cast his eyes over the equipment there, noting that machine-guns, pick-axes, crowbars, and all were in position.
"The idea does you credit, Major," said he.

"The fact that the other bomb would of course completely paralyze you and your men, here, is naturally quite immaterial.

Let us have no more discussion, please.
Only fourteen minutes, thirty seconds now remain before the _Hujjaj_ will begin to recover their muscular control.

You have your work cut out for you, the next quarter-hour!" The Master raised his hand in signal to Grison, at the electric winch A turn of a lever, and the nacelle rose from the metals of the lower gallery.