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Updated: June 25, 2025


"It’s nearly well. I’ll be back soon." "Can you walk?" asked the airman so abruptly that Wayland, looking at him, hesitated, he did not quite know why. "Not very far," he replied, cautiously. "I can get to the window with my crutches pretty well." And the next moment he felt ashamed of his caution when the airman laughed frankly. "I need a guide to some petrol," he said.

It is an under-water boat of the Emperor, and she comes to seek the petrol stored in the cave." "Liable to disappointment then," said Gorman. "That petrol's gone." "I know it," said the King, "therefore I say 'Behold destiny. But I, Gorman, I laugh at destiny. I mock. I snap the finger and thumb of my hand. So." He snapped the fingers of both hands with airy defiance. "I am a king.

Morning came in chill and cheerless. All hands were stiff and weary after their first disturbed night on the floe. Just at daybreak I went over to the 'Endurance' with Wild and Hurley, in order to retrieve some tins of petrol that could be used to boil up milk for the rest of the men. The ship presented a painful spectacle of chaos and wreck.

They can readily be replaced with aluminum, of which Germany is the parent producer. A very fair telephone service can be maintained with iron wires. Those who are looking for the exhaustion of Germany on a copper basis are reckoning without knowledge of German resources. For petrol she can substitute benzol and alcohol, with some inconvenience.

"None whatever." None, of course. There had been shops in the town, and presumably petrol and other things. But now there was nothing but ruined walls and piles of brick and mortar. However, there was a cellar. My feet were swollen and painful, for the walk had been one long agony. I was chilled, too, from my wetting, in spite of the fire.

The road was well known to me, all the way from the Channel to the Mediterranean. Bindo and I had done it together at least a dozen times. Since leaving Clifford Street I had eaten a hasty meal, picked up a couple of new "non-skids" at the depôt where we dealt, oiled up, filled the petrol tank, and given the engine a general look round.

I also took a few of the more important prisoners, among them the governor of Ana. He was a cultivated middle-aged man who spoke no Arabic but quite good French. It was mid-afternoon when we started, and I hadn't the most remote idea where I would find a sufficient quantity of petrol. During the run back we were sniped at occasionally by Turks who were still hiding in the hills.

Sometimes it would turn up about lunch-time and stand impatiently chugging while she changed into sport's clothes, after which it would dash away with her, humming contentedly, into the depths of the country. It was the magic-carpet which obeyed all her desires. After war-days, with their petrol shortages and restricted travel, it seemed more than ordinarily magic.

The balloon is divided into three compartments, so that the heavier air does not move to one part of the balloon when it is tilted. In the picture there is shown the petrol storage-tank, which is suspended immediately under the rear horizontal plane, where it is out of danger of ignition from the hot engine placed in the car. Hitherto we have described the rigid and semi-rigid types of air-ships.

All the small broken branches and twigs of winter had been collected by the shivering population of the town and drawn down from the mountains on trays slung on ropes. Stooping over her two wet logs she drenched them with paraffin, then, when she had used the last drop in her tin, got down her petrol bottle. "I shall lose all my hair one day doing this...."

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