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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Bell
looked,
and
swore
softly
to
himself,
and
felt
a
fresh
surge
of
the
hatred
he
bore
to
The
Master
and
all
his
works.
And
then
filmy
clouds
loomed
up
but
a
little
above
the
rising
plane,
and
Bell
shot
into
them
and
straightened
out
for
the
south.
For
many
long
hours
the
plane
floated
on
to
southward,
high
above
a
gray
ocean
which
seemed
deceptively
placid
beneath
a
canopy
of
thin
clouds.
The
motors
roared
steadily
in
the
main,
though
once
Bell
instructed
Jamison
briefly
in
the
maintenance
of
a
proper
course
and
height,
and
swung
out
into
the
terrific
blast
of
air
that
swept
past
the
wings.
He
clung
to
struts
and
handholds
and
made
his
way
out
on
the
catwalk
to
make
some
fine
adjustment
in
one
motor,
with
six
thousand
feet
of
empty
space
below
the
swaying
wing.
"Carburetter
wrong,"
he
explained
when
he
had
closed
the
cabin
window
behind
him
again
and
the
motors'
roar
was
once
more
dulled.
"It
was
likely
to
make
a
lot
of
carbon
in
the
cylinders.
O.K.,
now."
Paula's
hand
touched
his
shyly.
He
smiled
abstractedly
at
her
and
went
back
to
the
controls.
And
then
the
plane
kept
on
steadily.
Time
and
space
have
become
purely
relative
in
these
days,
in
startling
verification
of
Mr.
Einstein,
and
the
distance
between
Buenos
Aires
and
Magellan
Strait
is
great
or
small,
a
perilous
journey
or
a
mere
day's
travel,
according
to
the
mind
and
the
transportation
facilities
of
the
voyager.
Before
four
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
the
coast
was
low
and
sandy
to
the
westward,
and
it
continued
sterile
and
bare
for
long
hours
while
the
plane
hung
high
against
the
sky
with
a
following
wind
driving
it
on
vastly
more
swiftly
than
its
own
engines
could
have
contrived.
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