One would have thought that through an open window, close at hand, the purest ocean breeze was blowing.

A faint tinge of color began to liven the somewhat pasty cheek of the Billionaire.

Waldron's big chest expanded and his eye brightened.
Even the meek Herzog stood straighter and looked more the man, under the stimulus of the life-giving ozone.
"Fine!" exclaimed Flint, with unwonted enthusiasm, and nearly yielded to a laugh.

Waldron went so far as to slap Herzog on the shoulder.
"You're some wizard, old man!" he exclaimed, with a warmth hitherto never known by him--for already the subtle gas was beginning to intoxicate his senses.

"And you can handle nitrogen with the same ease and precision ?" "Exactly," answered Herzog.