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And then, suddenly, his mistress ran forward and caught the whip poised above Thorpe's head. "Not another blow!" she cried, and something in her voice held him from striking. McCready did not hear what she said then, but a strange look came into Thorpe's eyes, and without a word he followed his wife into their tent.
The plane was gaining slightly on the truck but it was evident that the plane's occupants would have little chance of escaping on foot. Dr. Bird gave a grim laugh. "We're cornered all right," he said. "If we did elude the men in that truck, we would have a plane after us in no time. You might as well turn back, McCready, and land fairly near the building.
"McCready," he said in a voice vibrant with excitement, "we're in luck. We have come out less than a hundred yards from the point where our plane came down. It is still there. If the Denver has approached within shooting range, we will have enough gas to make it. Try to get your motor going." "If it isn't completely washed out I'll have it going in a few minutes, Doctor," cried the pilot.
McCready rose from the ravine and ran toward the standing truck. He started the motor and headed for the knoll. "He's got a truck," cried Carnes. "We can get away in it." "Where to?" demanded Dr. Bird. "Archangel is between us and the Denver." The truck came up. "Come on, Doctor," cried McCready. "Hurry up. We'll take the battery out of this truck and get our plane going." "Oh, clever!" cried Dr.
"Bank, McCready!" he barked, "They're firing at us." The plane lurched sharply to one side. From a point a few yards below them and almost directly along their former line of flight, a burst of flame appeared in the air. The plane lurched and reeled as the blast of the explosion reached it. From other points on the ground came other puffs. "Get out of here," shouted Dr. Bird.
'81 was the year so many Divinity students played on the Varsity: Hector Cowan the great tackle, Dick Hodge the strategist, Sam Hodge, Bob Speer, and I think Irvine; men all, who as McCready Sykes said, "Feared God and no one else." Hector Cowan is considered one of the best tackles that ever wore the Orange and Black jersey. While rough, he was never a dirty player.
Bird as he looked over the side. "Wait a minute, it does matter. See that long low building down there with the projection like a tower on top? I'll bet a month's pay that that is the very place we're looking for. Glide over it and let's have a look at it. If I am convinced of it, I'll drop a few eggs on it." "Right!" McCready glided on a long slope toward the suspected building. Dr.
It would not fit in place but they anchored it in place with wire. "You'd better hurry," cried Carnes. "Here come a couple more trucks over the plain." "That'll do, Doctor," said McCready. "Get on the prop and we'll see if the old puddle jumper will take off." Dr. Bird ran to the propeller. "Ready!" he cried. "Contact!" snapped McCready. The plane motor roared into life.
There came one choking gasping cry that ended with a terrible sob; it was McCready. The man sank from his knees upon his back, and Kazan thrust his fangs deeper into his enemy's throat; he felt the warm blood. The dog's mistress was calling to him now. She was pulling at his shaggy neck. But he would not loose his hold not for a long time.
Lieutenant McCready was at the controls, with Carnes and the doctor at the bomb racks. The plane rose in huge spirals until the altimeter read four thousand feet. The pilot straightened it out toward the south. The plane was alone in the sky. For two hours it flew south and then veered to the east, following the line of the Gulf of Archangel. The town came in sight at last.
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