human
Airship, decidedly! replied Carl, after a second’s pause.
gpt
Full-powered too; there are four or five Sunbeam-Maori engines, and all running smoothly.
human
Her position?
gpt
Forty-four miles due east,
human
Then it must be the aerial mail from India; she is just about due.
gpt
Is she steering due west?
human
About two degrees south, that’s all, replied Carl.
gpt
She’s evidently getting a little drift from the upper currents.
human
Good! remarked the chief airman.
gpt
Then if she continues steering steady, she should pass within a couple of miles of us in another twenty or twenty-five minutes. Come along, Carl, it is time for us to get away. You will remain on the ground, Max. You have a difficult job. As soon as we get away, see that the tents are struck, and all men and horses placed under cover of the trees.
human
Yes, sir.
gpt
And now sound the alarm signal, and help us to get out the _Scorpion_; it is going to bite to-day,
human
Who wouldn’t be a king of the desert? For one day at least it will be, ’_Deutschland, Deutschland ueber alles_!’