Indeed, she had plunged ahead, and the inventor elevated the forward plane, and she mounted higher.
Frank steered her in circles.
Around and around she went, and she rose to a height of several hundred feet above the village.
Everything below kept diminishing in size.
“She flies as well as she did before the accident,” said Frank.
“Faith, she does that,” assented Barney.
“Looker de fog rollin’ ober de Gulf,” said Pomp.
“It’s very dense. But bring out some bombs.”
The coon and the Celt obeyed.
The weapons alluded to resembled huge steel cartridges and were loaded with a dynamite-like powder.