All God's chillun got helicopters.

The voice, in ordinary tones, carried perfectly; and yet in that small space nearly 7,000 H.P. were being produced and transmitted to the propellers and to the storage batteries that operated helicopters and compressed-air system, as well as the lighting-plant of the air-liner.

The Master slowed the helicopters.

The exuberance of his nature burst forth with a half-defiant: "If I were in charge, which I'm not, I'd stop those damned helicopters, let her down, turn what power we've got into the remaining propellers, and taxi ashore!"

" CHAPTER XXVIII ONWARD TOWARD THE FORBIDDEN CITY The Master rang for full engine-power, and threw in all six helicopters with one swift gesture.