sort--vibrational because it had that quivery quality which
causes a feeling of uneasiness and fret, that feeling which makes one
turn and look around to find the eyes boring into one's back--yet
multiplied in its intensity an uncounted number of times.

Other sounds which came through the chaotic river of sound were the
terrified screaming of the men and women who were doomed. Lifeboats were
never lowered, for the reason that with the disintegration of the
_Stellar_, everything inanimate aboard her likewise disintegrated,
dropping men and women, crew and passengers, into the freezing waters of
the Atlantic.

Prester Kleig dropped with them, only partially unconscious after the
first icy plunge. He knew when he floated on the surface, for he felt
himself lifted and hurled by the waves. In his half-dream he saw men and
women being carried away into wave-shrouded darkness, clawing wildly at
nothingness for support, clawing at one another, locking arms, and going
down together.

* * * * *

The _Stellar_, in the merest matter of seconds, had become spoil of the
sea, and her crew and passengers had vanished forever from the sight of
men. Yet Prester Kleig lived on, knew that he lived on, and that there
was an element, too strong to be disbelieved, of reality in his dream.

There was a vibratory sense, too, as of the near activity of a noiseless
motor. Noiseless motor! Where had he last thought of those two words?
With what recent catastrophe were they associated? No, he could not
recall, though he knew he should be able to do so.

Then the sense of motion to the front was apparent--an unnumbered sense,
rather than concrete feeling. Motion to front, influenced by the rising
and falling motion of mountainous waves.

So suddenly as to be a distinct shock, the wave motion ceased, though
the forward motion--and _upward!_--not only continued but increased.

That airplane of the bulbous body, the queerly slanted wings....

But the glimmering of realization vanished as a sickishly sweet odor
assailed his nostrils and sent its swift-moving tentacles upward to wrap
themself soothingly about his brain. But the sense of flight,
unbelievably swift, was present and recognizable, though all else eluded
him. He had the impression, however, that it was intended that all save
the most vagrant, most widely differentiated, impressions elude
him--that he should acquire only half pictures, which would ther