Amazing Stories, August 1927 — page 60: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

474 fifth released an electron of atomic-energy from the basic atom into the ‘“‘Atomic-energy Reservoir” to maintain the parity of the supply. Seating himself in an upholstered chair, he pre- pared for quick and decisive action. With one hand he pulled down the “Helicopter” lever, and, through the “Electro-visional,’ saw a huge, “Electro re- tempered” steel solid corkscrew-like device with a “screw” fifty feet deep in the groove, shoot into the air, Setting its regulator at “Half-speed,” he touched a button and began to ascend slowly. When the “Altitude Indicator” registered “1000 Feet,” he turned “full speed” into the helicopter- device and finished with a rush. At “20,000 Feet?’ he shut the helicopter down to ‘Maintenance of Altitude” speed, pulled a lever which released a huge propeller from its underneath pocket, and set it going at full speed “In Reverse,”’ yanked the lever back at “21,500 Feet,” and came to a full stop at “22,000 Feet” with the underneath propeller roar- ing noisily but harmlessly in its enclosed pocket. Turning to the “Electro-visional” dial, he threw the clutch into the “3670 Mile” circuit, picked out the faint outline of the higher peak of Mt. McKin- ley, and stuck a needle-point into it. This he con- nected, by means of a delicate copper wire, with “Local”—which he knew was permanently con- nected in a similar manner with the gigantic dynamo at Niagara Falls—set the regulator of his “EHlectric-flash” at ‘017 Seconds,” pushed a button which shut off the helicopter, yanked back the lever which collapsed it into its overhead pocket; and, as he heard the heavy copper plates bang shut over all, he closed his eyes and touched the final button. Then, in spite of all precautions, he was nearly blinded by the vivid lightning that enveloped the entire machine; and, notwithstanding the intricate system of “Shock Absorbers,” he thought for a moment that he had been yanked in two as he was shot through space at the rate of 186,000 miles per second. And then, as if it was a reflex of the orig- inal yank, came the answering “tug” of the rear propeller as it automatically shot out of its pocket going full speed “In Reverse.” Opening his eyes with nerves taut for the crucial moment, he reached for the “Plane-wing” lever with one hand, and glanced at the “Speedometer” for the indication of the moment when it would be safe, and necessary, that he throw-out his bi- plane-wings of “Electro re-tempered” steel with a “spread” of one hundred and fifty feet. Then, suddenly, the dual peaks of Mt. McKinley appeared directly in front of his ‘“Electro-visional”; and, throwing caution to the winds, he yanked-down the “Plane-wing” lever, and heard the rattle and bang of the adjustments, and saw that the appa- ratus was withstanding a severer test than it was guaranteed for. And then, even as he looked, the higher peak of the mountain appeared directly underneath; and, with instinctive recklessness, he gave the “Steer- ing-lever” a yank which turned the machine “‘on-its’ tail” at a sharp right-angle—missing a spill by a fraction of a hair—jerked another lever which tipped it into a practically-perpendicular “nose- dive,” snapped that lever back again and righted himself, shoved-down the helicopter lever and touched the button which shot that corkscrew-like of lea AMAZING STORIES device aloft going at ‘“Maintenance-of-Altitude” speed, yanked back the lever of the rear propeller which brought that instrument rattling back into its pocket where it roared in a harmless fury—and, with a jolt, came to a full stop; while beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead at his nar- row escape, though a triumphant smile played about his lips as he thought of the sensation he would create in the next “Aerial Olympic,” and his brain registered the mental note for future reference that it was his rear propeller going full speed “in reverse,” that had held him and saved a spill on that acute, right-angle turn. GLANCE at his “Electro-visional” showed that he was parallel with, and but a few feet away from, the top of the cliff above Parker Pass; and the first thing he saw was Esmeralda’s biplane with its nose buried in a cake of ice. But its “Spark-screen Broadcaster” was humming merrily, and its rear “spot-light” revealed the details below, behind the “screen,” in vivid detail. Directly below the wrecked biplane, he quickly discovered his beloved Esmeralda standing waist- deep in the snow, with one arm raised as if to repel an expected attack, and still clad in the “‘pic- ture-frame”’ costume which had caused their row. A glimpse at his “Exterior Temperature” indicator which registered “60° below zero,” caused a fleet- ing fear of dire results from her bare-skinned ex- posure; but a reflection on the proven ability of the “female of the species” for facing wintry blasts in scanty attire, quickly chased his fears away, and he turned his attention to the direction indicated by her upraised, protesting arm. And then—TO AN ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY, HE DISCOVERED THE FIGURE OF A MON- STROUS ROYAL BENGAL TIGER ON THE LEDGE ABOVE HER, WHICH WAS POISED IN THE ATTITUDE FOR ITS FINAL, FATAL SPRING UPON ITS PREY! With frantic energy he “yanked-down” the “Landing” lever of the helicopter, grabbed the parachute, pushed the button which “unstoppered” the “bottle,” and jumped—making the descent in “record” time, but landing so violently that he was buried in the snow, because, in his panic, he for- got to pull the string of his parachute until he was two-thirds down. A momentary fear of being smothered in the snow, was followed by a spasm of skilled “football” tactics in “bucking” and squirming his way out; and, floundering frantically towards his beloved, he yelled at the top of his voice: “Esmeralda! My darling! I am here!” With the stately grace of a real “blue-blooded” aristocrat, the royal maiden turned majestically, _and froze the heart within him with a frigid glare —such as only those with four centuries of un- mixed ‘Mayflower’ blood in their veins, can hope to aspire to. 5 “Your presence is sufficiently perceptible,” she said in measured tones, “to preclude any necessity for such boisterous conduct. In the future, when we are abroad together, it will please me greatly if you bring your manners alon ith you th OMmICcHvOOK