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The Magnetic Storm Page 267
Electrical Experimenter - August 1st, 1918
beyond repair, a child could see that. He flung it away and went over to the next nearest flyer. But the mechanic had already located the trouble—in the magneto. Burnt out, too!
Von Unterrichter unutterably sick at heart, aimlessly wandered about the other machines. In each case the result was the same: Every magneto armature of the fifteen flyers was burnt out, the wires fused together, all insulation gone!
“Aber so ’was”, muttered von Unterrichter, looking about him helplessly. It took fully five minutes before it filtered thru his thick Prussian skull that this disaster that overtook his “circus” could by no means be a coincidence.
“Verfluchte Amerikaner”, he said, “probably a new Teufelmaschine of Edison!”
But what would the Kommando say to this? Instantly he stiffened as he jumped into a waiting automobile, attached to the airdrome.
“Zum Kommando, schnell”, he ordered the driver as he sank back into his seat. He must report this queer business to headquarters at once. The driver cranked the engine, then cranked it some more. Pfut … pfut … pfut … spluttered the engine asthmatic-like, but it did not start. He tried again. Same result.
