C8 CHAPTER EIGHT

~ A GIANT CYLINDRICAL HULL OF finest beryl steel, the ship loomed in the screen. A mighty ship, braced into absolute rigidity by monster cross beams of shining steel. Glowing under the blazing lamps that lighted the scene, it towered into the shadows of the factory, dwarfing the scurrying workmen who swarmed over it.

“She’s a beauty,” said Russ, puffing at his pipe.

Greg nodded agreement