Creator:
Barney, J. Stewart (John Stewart)
density of the surrounding atmosphere, but can be reduced to nothing
at pleasure. Its full speed has never been reached. This is simply a
matter of oil consumption; I have had her up to 180 miles. Her
steaming radius is about 50,000 miles, depending upon the speed. She
carries twelve 16-inch guns, twenty-two 6-inch guns, sixteen 4-inch
anti-aircraft guns, eight 3-pounders, four rapid-fire guns, six aerial
torpedo tubes, and six bomb droppers, which can simultaneously
discharge tons of explosives. She has a complement of 1400 officers
and men. She required three years and eight months to build at a cost
of $10,000,000. In action her entire ship's company is protected by at
least six feet of steel, and there is no gun known that can pierce her
protection around the vital parts. As you have seen, she can approach
to within a few feet of the surface and remain perfectly stationary in
that position as long as she is not brought in electrical contact with
the earth."
The machine in the cabinet had stopped. As the lights were again
turned on, Edestone, glancing in the direction of the gallery and
seeing that there was no one there, bowed merely to the company before
him. "I thank Your Majesty, Lords, and Gentlemen for your very kind
attention," he said. He then stood quietly, waiting respectfully for
the King to speak.
"Mr. Edestone," said the King as he rose, "you have certainly given us
a most instructive afternoon, and you must be exhausted after your
THE
HUNTED OUTLAW;
OR
DONALD MORRISON,
THE CANADIAN ROB ROY
_"Truth is stranger than Fiction."_
PROLOGUE.
Psychology strips the soul and, having laid it bare, confidently
classifies every phase of its mentality. It has the spring of every
emotion carefully pigeon-holed; it puts a mental finger upon every
efforts." He turned to Colonel Stewart, "Please insist upon Mr.
Edestone taking some refreshments before he leaves Buckingham Palace."
He grasped the inventor firmly by the hand. "Good-bye, Mr. Edestone. I
shall probably not see you again," and bowing to the rest of the
company he left the room deep in conversation with Sir Egbert Graves.
Edestone immediately became the centre of attraction.
"The King is dead; long live the King!" expresses the eagerness with
which man adapts himself to a new order of things. The older men were
stunned and seemed unable to throw off the gloom that had settled upon
them. They bowed to the inevitable fall of the old and its replacement
by the new. They were not buoyed up by the elasticity and confidence
of youth; they seemed to realize that their race was run and that it
were better that they step aside and give to younger men the task of
solving a new problem in a new way. They sat perfectly still with
dejected faces that seemed to see only dissolution.
The younger men were quicker to recover, and as they felt the old
foundations crumbling under their feet, saw visions of a new and
greater edifice. They gloried in the development of the age as they
did in their own strength to keep abreast of it, and rushed to meet
progress, to join it, and to become one with it. They did not stop to
think what the future might have in store for them, but seemed to be
intoxicated by its possibilities.