King of the Air; Or, To Morocco on an Aeroplane

Before the band of horsemen had approached the edge of the little plateau where the airship lay, the two men stepped forward through the trees at its lower edge and waved to the...

"Well, I thought of taking him some miles into the wilder parts of the hills and leaving him; but I don't want to use any more of our fuel than I can help. Besides, I don't want...

The week was filled with the bustle of preparation. The airship was divided into sections, the motors and the framework taken to pieces, and the whole packed into large light cr...

For the moment the airship was forgotten. The whole ship's company flocked to the foredeck and formed a group around the prostrate form of Timothy Ball. Tom was already on his k...

The approaching advent of the Jew had introduced a new element of danger into the enterprise. If he should reach the village before Ingleton was released, clearly the game was u...

The information given to Herr Schwab by the Midfont station-master was accurate up to a certain point. Mr. Greatorex had indeed constituted himself the beneficent patron of Tom...

Abdul explained that, some five or six years before, his father, a well-to-do saddlemaker of Ain Afroo, had contrived to quarrel with the sheikh of his district, refusing, in fa...

Oliphant sat with his knees up, looking at his friend, thinking what a cool hand he was. No one could have guessed from Tom's easy attitude that he was thinking out a problem on...

When Abdul pointed out the cave in which it was advisable that they should take shelter, and the means of access to it, Schwab groaned deeply, and declared that nothing on earth...

Tom found himself in a long broad alley-way, flanked by arches. There was no sign of the dungeons, apparently no means of exit. The air was damp and heavy, and the first indicat...

"So I did, and woke in a fright. I dreamt that wretched Jew fellow was coming at me with outstretched hands, and his fingernails were like some horrid bird's claws, and he grew...

One spring day, rather more than six years after the meeting of Mr. Greatorex and Tom Dorrell by Five Oaks Bridge, a shabby pony cart was jogging along the road that led from th...

Short as the time seemed, it was in reality nearly an hour before the airship once more rested on the roof of the kasbah. While it was still hovering above, Tom manoeuvring for...

"It is nozink for to laugh," returned Schwab with a flicker of animation. "I am vizout food, I know not how many hours. It is not viz me custom to go so long vizout food; it giv...

"Information has just reached the Foreign Office that Sir Mark Ingleton, who recently left London on a diplomatic mission to Morocco, has been captured by tribesmen and carried...

While yet in the air, Tom had seen a boat putting off from the yacht. The vessel itself was no longer visible, concealed by the intervening cliff; but the top of its mast, with...

Mr. John Greatorex was very wealthy, and very obstinate. He had made a large fortune as a manufacturer of chemicals, but disclaimed any knowledge of chemistry. He had dabbled a...