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Updated: June 10, 2025
Kress had merely mounted into the sky and vanished. The world's last word from him had been a few words on the radio-telephone: "Have reached sixty thousand feet and " There the message had ended, as though the speaker, eleven miles above the earth, had been strangled. Yet he didn't drop, as far as anybody in the world knew.
These two experimenters embarked on the study of dynamic flight contemporaneously with Maxim, Langley, Kress, and many other well-known pioneers, but it was not until 1908 that their first practical machine was completed.
There was something too final about the guide's calm reply. Both adventurers remembered again, most poignantly, the fate of Kress. The leaders stepped through the door. A flight of steps led downward. Several of the swarthy-skinned folk walked behind Jeter and Eyer. There was no gainsaying the fact that they were prisoners.
The tale of the missing steers hit the headlines, but so far nobody had thought of this disappearance in connection with Kress'. How could any one? Steers and scientists didn't go together. But it still was strange. At least so Jeter thought. His mind worked with this and other strange happenings even as he and Eyer worked at top speed.
They've pictured me as a hero in advance, doomed to death by direct attack from what they are pleased to call after having invented them denizens of the stratosphere." "Yes?" said Jeter, when Kress paused. Kress took a deep breath. "They've come nearer than they hoped for in some guesses," he said. "Of course I don't know it, but I've had a feeling for some time.
For a moment Jeter had an overpowering desire to grab Eyer, jerk him back to the plane, and take off at top speed. But they couldn't do that, not when the world depended upon them. Had Kress encountered this thing? Perhaps. How must he have felt? He had been alone. These two were moral support for each other. But both were acutely remembering how Kress had come back. And his plane?
"You mean," he said hoarsely, "that you too think there may be something up there, something ... well, sensate? Some great composite thought which inspires the general dread of stratosphere denizens?" Kress shrugged. He wouldn't commit himself, being too careful a scientist, but he hadn't hesitated to plant the idea. Jeter and Eyer both understood the thoughts which were teeming in Kress' brain.
A search of the sky above Manhattan failed to disclose any visible substance from which the light beam might emanate. That seemed to indicate some unbelievable height. Yet, Kress must have reached that base. Else why had he been destroyed and sent back to Jeter and Eyer as a challenge? Jeter's mind went back to Kress.
"Yes, and arranged to cover all the area of sky through which Kress is likely to climb." At intervals through the night, long after they had ceased work, the partners rose from bed and sought their fellow scientist among the stars. They alternated at this task.
Slowly and in silence the groups of spectators broke up and sauntered away as the last of the prisoners dragged back into the guard-house, and the guard itself broke ranks and went within doors, leaving only the sentry pacing mechanically the narrow, hard-beaten path, the sergeant, and at the turn of the road, the young lieutenant whom Captain Kress had addressed as Mr. Ray.
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