"Spread out like a disk or sphere of flame, of electric fire, you see." "Yes, and what then ?" demanded Flint, while his partner, forgetting now to smile, sat there by the window scrutinizing him.

One saw, now, the terribly keen and prehensile intellect at work under the mask of assumed foppishness and jesting indifference--the quality, for the most part masked, which had earned Waldron the nickname of "Tiger" in Wall Street.
"What then ?" repeated Flint, once more levelling that potent forefinger at the sweating Herzog.
"Well, sir, that gives a large reactive surface, through which the air is driven by powerful rotary fans.

At the high temperature of the electric arc in air, the molecules of nitrogen and oxygen dissociate into their atoms.

The air comes out of the arc, charged with about one per cent.

of nitric oxide, and after that--" "Jump the details, idiot! Can't you move faster than a paralytic snail?
What's the final result ?" "The result is, sir," answered Herzog, meek and cowed under this harrying, "that calcium nitrate is produced, a very excellent fertilizer.