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 			<p>“Thanks for the dope. That saves our wasting some effort. Our power-plant can be doubled up in emergencies, thanks to Martin’s cautious old bean. We’ll simply double her up and go away from here.”</p>
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 			<p>“There is one thing we didn’t consider quite enough,” said Crane, thoughtfully. “I started to faint back there before the full power of even one motor was in use. With the motor doubled, each of us will be held down by a force of many tons⁠—we would all be helpless.”</p>
-			<p>“Yes,” added Dorothy, with foreboding in her eyes, “we were all unconscious on the way out, except <abbr>Dr.</abbr> DuQuesne.”</p>
+			<p>“Yes,” added Dorothy, with foreboding in her eyes, “we were all unconscious on the way out, except <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> DuQuesne.”</p>
 			<p>“Well, then, Blackie and I, as the huskiest members of the party, will give her the juice until only one of us is left with his eyes open. If that isn’t enough to pull us clear, we’ll have to give her the whole works and let her ramble by herself after we all go out. How about it, Blackie?” unconsciously falling into the old Bureau nickname. “Do you think we can make it stop at unconsciousness with double power on?”</p>
 			<p>DuQuesne studied the two girls carefully.</p>
 			<p>“With oxygen in the helmets instead of air, we all may be able to stand it. These special cushions keep the body from flattening out, as it normally would under such a pressure. The unconsciousness is simply a suffocation caused by the lateral muscles being unable to lift the ribs⁠—in other words, the air-pumps aren’t strong enough for the added work put upon them. At least we stand a chance this way. We may live through the pressure while we are pulling away, and we certainly shall die if we don’t pull away.”</p>

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 			<p>“I knew that you were a sleight-of-hand expert, Dick, but I did not know that levitation was one of your specialties,” remarked Crane with mock gravity. “That is a peculiar pose you are holding now. What are you doing⁠—sitting on an imaginary pedestal?”</p>
 			<p>“I’ll be sitting on your neck if you don’t get a wiggle on with that rope!” retorted Seaton, but before Crane had time to obey the command the floating couple had approached close enough to the ceiling so that Seaton, with a slight pressure of his hand against the leather, sent them floating back to the floor, within reach of one of the handrails.</p>
 			<p>Seaton made his way to the power-plant, lifted in one of the remaining bars, and applied a little power. The <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Skylark</i> seemed to jump under them, then it seemed as though they were back on Earth⁠—everything had its normal weight once more, as the amount of power applied was just enough to equal the acceleration of gravity. After this fact had been explained, Dorothy turned to Margaret.</p>
-			<p>“Now that we are able to act intelligently, the party should be introduced to each other. Peggy, this is <abbr>Dr.</abbr> Dick Seaton, and this is <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Martin Crane. Boys, this is Miss Margaret Spencer, a dear friend of mine. These are the boys I have told you so much about, Peggy. Dick knows all about atoms and things; he found out how to make the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Skylark</i> go. Martin, who is quite a wonderful inventor, made the engines and things for it.”</p>
-			<p>“I may have heard of <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Crane,” replied Margaret eagerly. “My father was an inventor, and I have heard him speak of a man named Crane who invented a lot of instruments for airplanes. He used to say that the Crane instruments revolutionized flying. I wonder if you are that <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Crane?”</p>
+			<p>“Now that we are able to act intelligently, the party should be introduced to each other. Peggy, this is <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> Dick Seaton, and this is <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Martin Crane. Boys, this is Miss Margaret Spencer, a dear friend of mine. These are the boys I have told you so much about, Peggy. Dick knows all about atoms and things; he found out how to make the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Skylark</i> go. Martin, who is quite a wonderful inventor, made the engines and things for it.”</p>
+			<p>“I may have heard of <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Crane,” replied Margaret eagerly. “My father was an inventor, and I have heard him speak of a man named Crane who invented a lot of instruments for airplanes. He used to say that the Crane instruments revolutionized flying. I wonder if you are that <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Crane?”</p>
 			<p>“That is rather unjustifiably high praise, Miss Spencer,” replied Crane, “but as I have been guilty of one or two things along that line, I may be the man he meant.”</p>
 			<p>“Pardon me if I seem to change the subject,” put in Seaton, “but where’s DuQuesne?”</p>
 			<p>“We came to at the same time, and he went into the galley to fix up something to eat.”</p>
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 			<p>After a time she drew a deep, tremulous breath. As he turned, her eyes met his. In their shadowy depths, still troubled by the mystery of the unknowable, he read her very soul⁠—the soul of a real woman.</p>
 			<p>“I had hoped,” said Margaret slowly, “to take a long flight above the clouds, but anything like this never entered my mind. How unbelievably great it is! So much vaster than any perception we could get upon earth! It seems strange that we were ever awed by the sea or the mountain⁠ ⁠… and yet⁠ ⁠…”</p>
 			<p>She paused, with her lip caught under two white teeth, then went on hesitatingly:</p>
-			<p>“Doesn’t it seem to you, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Crane, that there is something in man as great as all this? Otherwise, Dorothy and I could not be sailing here in a wonder like the Lark, which you and Dick Seaton have made.”</p>
+			<p>“Doesn’t it seem to you, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Crane, that there is something in man as great as all this? Otherwise, Dorothy and I could not be sailing here in a wonder like the Lark, which you and Dick Seaton have made.”</p>
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 			<p>Since from the first, Dorothy had timed her waking hours with those of Seaton⁠—waiting upon him, preparing his meals, and lightening the long hours of his vigils at the board⁠—Margaret took it upon herself to do the same thing for Crane. But often they assembled in the engine-room, and there was much fun and laughter, as well as serious talk, among the four. Margaret was quickly accepted as a friend, and proved a delightful companion. Her wavy, jet-black hair, the only color in the world that could hold its own with Dorothy’s auburn glory, framed features self-reliant and strong, yet of womanly softness; and in this genial atmosphere her quick tongue had a delicate wit and a facility of expression that delighted all three. Dorothy, after the manner of Southern women, became the hostess of this odd “party,” as she styled it, and unconsciously adopted the attitude of a lady in her own home.</p>
 			<p>Early in their flight, Crane suggested that they should take notes upon the systems of stars through which were passing.</p>

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 				<p epub:type="title">Steel Becomes Interested</p>
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-			<p><abbr>Dr.</abbr> Marc DuQuesne was in his laboratory, engaged in a research upon certain of the rare metals, particularly in regard to their electrochemical properties. He was a striking figure. Well over six feet tall, unusually broad-shouldered even for his height, he was plainly a man of enormous physical strength. His thick, slightly wavy hair was black. His eyes, only a trifle lighter in shade, were surmounted by heavy black eyebrows which grew together above his aquiline nose.</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> Marc DuQuesne was in his laboratory, engaged in a research upon certain of the rare metals, particularly in regard to their electrochemical properties. He was a striking figure. Well over six feet tall, unusually broad-shouldered even for his height, he was plainly a man of enormous physical strength. His thick, slightly wavy hair was black. His eyes, only a trifle lighter in shade, were surmounted by heavy black eyebrows which grew together above his aquiline nose.</p>
 			<p>Scott strolled into the room, finding DuQuesne leaning over a delicate electrical instrument, his forbidding but handsome face strangely illuminated by the ghastly glare of his mercury-vapor arcs.</p>
 			<p>“Hello, Blackie,” Scott began. “I thought it was Seaton in here at first. A fellow has to see your faces to tell you two apart. Speaking of Seaton, d’you think that he’s quite right?”</p>
 			<p>“I should say, offhand, that he was a little out of control last night and this morning,” replied DuQuesne, manipulating connections with his long, muscular fingers. “I don’t think that he’s insane, and I don’t believe that he dopes⁠—probably overwork and nervous strain. He’ll be all right in a day or two.”</p>
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 			<p>“Well, it’s the force that exists between the ultimate component parts of matter, if you can understand that. A child ought to. Call in your chief chemist and ask him what would happen if somebody would liberate the intra-atomic energy of one hundred pounds of copper.”</p>
 			<p>“Pardon me, Doctor. I didn’t presume to doubt you. I will call him in.”</p>
 			<p>He telephoned a request and soon a man in white appeared. In response to the question he thought for a moment, then smiled slowly.</p>
-			<p>“If it were done instantaneously it would probably blow the entire world into a vapor, and might force it clear out of its orbit. If it could be controlled it would furnish millions of horsepower for a long time. But it can’t be done. The energy is bound. Its liberation is an impossibility, in the same class with perpetual motion. Is that all, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Brookings?”</p>
+			<p>“If it were done instantaneously it would probably blow the entire world into a vapor, and might force it clear out of its orbit. If it could be controlled it would furnish millions of horsepower for a long time. But it can’t be done. The energy is bound. Its liberation is an impossibility, in the same class with perpetual motion. Is that all, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Brookings?”</p>
 			<p>As the chemist left, Brookings turned again to his visitor, with an apologetic air.</p>
 			<p>“I don’t know anything about these things myself, but Chambers, also an able man, says that it is impossible.”</p>
 			<p>“As far as he knows, he is right. I should have said the same thing this morning. But I do know about these things⁠—they’re my business⁠—and I tell you that Seaton has done it.”</p>
 			<p>“This is getting interesting. Did you see it done?”</p>
-			<p>“No. It was rumored around the Bureau last night that Seaton was going insane, that he had wrecked a lot of his apparatus and couldn’t explain what had happened. This morning he called a lot of us into his laboratory, told us what I have just told you, and poured some of his solution on a copper wire. Nothing happened, and he acted as though he didn’t know what to make of it. The foolish way he acted and the apparent impossibility of the whole thing, made everybody think him crazy. I thought so until I learned this afternoon that <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Reynolds Crane is backing him. Then I knew that he had told us just enough of the truth to let him get away clean with the solution.”</p>
+			<p>“No. It was rumored around the Bureau last night that Seaton was going insane, that he had wrecked a lot of his apparatus and couldn’t explain what had happened. This morning he called a lot of us into his laboratory, told us what I have just told you, and poured some of his solution on a copper wire. Nothing happened, and he acted as though he didn’t know what to make of it. The foolish way he acted and the apparent impossibility of the whole thing, made everybody think him crazy. I thought so until I learned this afternoon that <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Reynolds Crane is backing him. Then I knew that he had told us just enough of the truth to let him get away clean with the solution.”</p>
 			<p>“But suppose the man <em>is</em> crazy?” asked Brookings. “He probably is a monomaniac, really insane on that one thing, from studying it so much.”</p>
 			<p>“Seaton? Yes, he’s crazy⁠—like a fox. You never heard of any insanity in Crane’s family, though, did you? You know that he never invests a cent in anything more risky than Government bonds. You can bet your last dollar that Seaton showed him the real goods.” Then, as a look of conviction appeared upon the other’s face, he continued:</p>
 			<p>“Don’t you understand that the solution was Government property, and he had to do something to make everybody think it worthless, so that he could get title to it? That faked demonstration that failed was certainly a bold stroke⁠—so bold that it was foolhardy. But it worked. It fooled even me, and I am not usually asleep. The only reason he got away with it, is, that he has always been such an open-faced talker, always telling everything he knew.</p>
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 			<p>“All right. Please get it started without delay. Give him about a quarter of the solution and have the rest put in the vault. Be sure that his laboratory is set up far enough away from everything else to avoid trouble in case of an explosion, and caution him not to work on too much copper at once. I gather that an ounce or so will be plenty.”</p>
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 			<p>The chemist went back to his laboratory and sought his first assistant.</p>
-			<p>“Van,” he began, “<abbr>Mr.</abbr> Brookings has been listening to some lunatic who claims to have solved the mystery of liberating intra-atomic energy.”</p>
+			<p>“Van,” he began, “<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Brookings has been listening to some lunatic who claims to have solved the mystery of liberating intra-atomic energy.”</p>
 			<p>“That’s old stuff,” the assistant said, laughing. “That and perpetual motion are always with us. What did you tell him?”</p>
 			<p>“I didn’t get a chance to tell him anything⁠—he told me. Yesterday, you know, he asked me what would happen if it could be liberated, and I answered truthfully that lots of things would happen, and volunteered the information that it was impossible. Just now he called me in, gave me this bottle of solution, saying that it contained the answer to the puzzle, and wanted me to work it out. I told him that it was out of my line and that I was afraid of it⁠—which I would be if I thought there was anything in it⁠—but that it was more or less in your line, and he said to put you on it right away. He also said that expense was no object; to set up an independent laboratory a hundred miles off in the woods, to be safe in case of an explosion; and to caution you not to use too much copper at once⁠—that an <em>ounce or so</em> would be plenty!”</p>
 			<p>“An ounce! Ten thousand tons of nitroglycerin! I’ll say an ounce would be plenty, if the stuff is any good at all, which of course it isn’t. Queer, isn’t it, how the old man would fall for anything like that? How did he explain the failure of the discoverer to develop it himself?”</p>

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 			<p>“Didn’t you draw up the articles of incorporation?”</p>
 			<p>“I am doing it, yes; but they don’t mean anything. They merely empower the Company to do anything it wants to, the same as other large companies do.” Then, after a quick but searching glance at Seaton’s worn face and a warning glance at his daughter, he remarked:</p>
 			<p>“I read in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Star</i> this evening that Enright and Stanwix will probably make the Australian Davis Cup team, and that the Hawaiian with the unpronounceable name has broken three or four more world’s records. What do you think of our tennis chances this year, Dick?”</p>
-			<p>Dorothy flushed, and the conversation, steered by the lawyer into the safer channels, turned to tennis, swimming, and other sports. Seaton, whose plate was unobtrusively kept full by <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Vaneman, ate such a dinner as he had not eaten in weeks. After the meal was over they all went into the spacious living-room, where the men ensconced themselves in comfortable Morris chairs with long, black cigars between their teeth, and all four engaged in a spirited discussion of various topics of the day. After a time, the older couple left the room, the lawyer going into his study to work, as he always did in the evening.</p>
+			<p>Dorothy flushed, and the conversation, steered by the lawyer into the safer channels, turned to tennis, swimming, and other sports. Seaton, whose plate was unobtrusively kept full by <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Vaneman, ate such a dinner as he had not eaten in weeks. After the meal was over they all went into the spacious living-room, where the men ensconced themselves in comfortable Morris chairs with long, black cigars between their teeth, and all four engaged in a spirited discussion of various topics of the day. After a time, the older couple left the room, the lawyer going into his study to work, as he always did in the evening.</p>
 			<p>“Well, Dicky, how’s everything?” Dorothy asked, unthinkingly.</p>
 			<p>The result of this innocent question was astonishing. Seaton leaped to his feet. The problem, dormant for two hours, was again in complete possession of his mind.</p>
 			<p>“Rotten!” he snapped, striding back and forth and brandishing his half-smoked cigar. “My head is so thick that it takes a thousand years for an idea to filter into it. I should have the whole thing clear by this time, but I haven’t. There’s something, some little factor, that I can’t get. I’ve almost had it a dozen times, but it always gets away from me. I know that the force is there and I can liberate it, but I can’t work out a system of control until I can understand exactly why it acts the way it does.” Then, more slowly, thinking aloud rather than addressing the girl:</p>