“And as long as our mechanism operates she’ll go ahead.”
“But s’posin’ de propellers done stop?”
“She would fall gently, as her planes would act on the wind like parachutes,” replied Frank, promptly.
“Dat make her safer yet, don’ it, chile?”
“Of course,” Frank assented, with a nod.
“Yo’ gwine straight to de Gulf of Mexico?”
“I am. In two or three days we’ll reach it, too.”
“Dat am if nuffin’ happen, sah.”
Frank nodded and smiled, and examined the electric motors to see that the current did not vary.
The dynamo was working under full load of five hundred volts, with an output of thirty kilowatts at the terminals, and as the gloom of night had fallen, Frank turned one of the switches.