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Leslie considered, and replied with another question: "At the time of the competition in plans for the bridge, did you know that Blake was to be a contestant?" "He writes letters about as often as a hen gets a tooth pulled. But I got a letter the time you mention, a dozen lines or so, with another added, saying that he was in for a whirl at the Michamac cantilever."
Blake looked, as they looked, at post and diagonal, eyebolt and bottom-chord, and across the gap at the swaying tip of the north cantilever. But his face showed clearly that his thoughts were not the same as their thoughts. His eyes shone like polished steel, and there was a glow in his haggard face that told of an exultance beyond his power of repression.
Might correct your damn errors!" cried Blake, all his stony calm fluxing to lava before an outflare of volcanic excitement. "You fool! Lord! Wasting time! Sit down scratch off an order. That cantilever must be relieved P.D.Q. every ounce skinned off it!" "What what's that?" asked Ashton, staring blankly. He had never before seen Blake agitated. "You fool!" shouted Blake.
From a distance the towers resembled parts of a half- constructed cantilever bridge of tremendous height. Another army was toiling at the bottom of the pit, more cars shunted back and forth, more rock-crushers rumbled; but, before Kirk's eye had photographed more than a small part, the motor-car had sped past and was rolling out upon a bridge spanning the Canal itself.
But it is papa's misfortune that he can only see one side of a question, and that's his own. 'You you dare to compare Lord Cantilever to to that that that ! 'I am not comparing them. I am not aware of there being anything in particular against Lord Cantilever, that is against his character.
Said he had been secretly working on plans for the Michamac cantilever; thought he had solved the problem of the central span; might go ahead and put in his plans if none of the competitors were awarded the bridge. Within a month he did put in plans." "Well?" queried Griffith. "Don't you make the connection?" demanded Mr. Leslie. "Blake handed his plans to Ashton, and took no receipt.
Onward and upward flashed the gigantic duplex cone, its entire whirling mass laced and latticed together into one mammoth unit by green tractor beams and red pressors. These tension and compression members, of unheard-of power, made of the whole fleet of three hundred forty-three fortresses a single stupendous structure a structure with all the strength and symmetry of a cantilever truss!
Fentolin looked up from underneath his eyelids. His glance was quick and penetrating. "Why this haste?" Hamel shrugged his shoulders. "To tell you the truth," he admitted, "I had an idea while I was reading an article on cantilever bridges this morning. I want to work it out." Mr. Fentolin glanced behind him. The door of the dining-room was closed. The servants had disappeared.
"It's too pretty a day to stay in," said he. "Let's take the car, eh, and run down and look at that new cantilever bridge at Apsworth?" "Oh, papa!" said Cally, regretfully. "I promised Mr. Avery I'd take a walk with him. He looked so fat and forlorn I didn't have the heart to refuse. I'm so sorry." Mr.
But his eyes scrutinized with fierce eagerness the immense webs of steel posts and diagonals that ran up on either side, under the grand vertical curves of the top-chords, almost to the peaks of the cantilever towers.
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