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The latter avoided battle, but all the infantry divisions had heavy casualties. That the moral of the Turkish Army was not high may be gathered from a very illuminating letter written by General Kress von Kressenstein, the G.O.C. of the Sinai front, to Yilderim headquarters on September 29, 1917.
Children took to both men on sight. The crowd which had come out to watch the take-off of Franz Kress was a huge one huge and restless. There had been much publicity attendant on this flight, none of it welcome to Kress. Oh, later, if he succeeded, he would welcome publicity, but publicity in advance rather nettled him.
All but ten of the escaped prisoners had been recaptured or self-surrendered, but the ten still at large were among the worst of the array, and among the ten was the burly, hulking recruit enlisted under the name of Murray, but declared by Captain Kress, on the strength of the report of a detective from town, to be earlier and better known as Sackett and as a former member of the Seventh Cavalry, from which regiment he had parted company without the formality of either transfer or discharge.
Kress motioned people back in order to speak more or less privately with his brother scientists. His face became unusually grave. "You've probably wondered everybody has why I insist on making this flight alone," he said, speaking just loudly enough to be heard above the purring of the mighty, but almost silent motor behind him. "I'll tell you, partly.
Then telegraph and radio, at the suggestion of Jeter, instructed the entire civilized world to turn its eyes skyward to watch for the return of Kress. The world obeyed that day ... and the next ... and the next! But Kress did not return; nor, so far as the world knew, did any or all of his great airplane. The world itself began to have a feeling of dread that grew. The Ghostly Columns
Up beyond fifty-five thousand he hoped to attain a thousand miles an hour velocity. That meant, say, breakfast in New York, lunch in London, tea in Novo-Sibirsk, dinner in Yokohama as soon as the myriad planes which would follow this one in design and capabilities took off on the trail Kress was blazing. Jeter sighed at the thought.
That all the army papers were brought from Hebron on November 10, shows that even at that date von Kress still imagined we would come up the Hebron road, though he had learnt to his cost that a mighty column was moving through the coastal sector and that our cavalry were cutting across the country to join it.
Nothing happened however until near the end of the third week after Kress' disappearance. Then, out of a clear sky almost, Kress came back. He came down by parachute, without the ball in which he should have sealed himself. His return caused plenty of comment. There was good reason. He had been gone the impossibly long period of three weeks.
"A deserter!" exclaimed Stuyvesant in surprise. "Who says so?" "Captain Kress, officer of the day, or at least a cit who came with him to identify him. They say he skipped from the Seventh Cavalry." At this piece of information Mr. Stuyvesant whirled about again in added astonishment. "Why," said he, "this upsets one theory completely. I declare, if that's true we're all at sea.
I don't think they'll kill our motor. If whoever or whatever controls the light column decides to us prisoners.... Well, we'll hope to have better luck combating them than Kress had." And so begin that hours-long vigil of quartering the stratosphere over the unmarked area which Jeter had set as a limit. Now and again Hadley spoke to Jeter. Yes, the demolitions were still continuing in Manhattan.
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