The craft rose slowly, and sections of the walls around them became transparent.

Some of the Indians stood now and watched as the craft rose high above them.

The craft roared out to sea, rose quickly onto its foils, and raced away.

The little craft rose in the air, and soon they had left Eagle Park far behind.

The craft rose rapidly up above the lunar surface.

Then they were gone and the craft was rising, banking to the right.

Both craft rose on the swell as the logboats rode the wave.

The heavily laden craft broke free of the waves and rose slowly into the air.

The craft was still rising slowly, the while it drifted from me.