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Johnny did not go back for another try at them, though he was tempted to land and fight it out with them. There was Mary V to think of, and there were the horses. They went on, shying off from the fleeing animals lest they drive them back instead of forward. Bland spiraled upward, waiting to see what Johnny wanted next.
As the vapor trails spiraled up, first as two distinct plumes, and later only one as they blended at altitude more than one pilot standing on the ramp expressed his thankfulness for his unenviable position on the ground watching. The vapor trails thinned out and disappeared right under the three UFO's and it was obvious that the two jets had closed in. Here were three that didn't escape.
Carwell arrived?" asked Captain Poland, as he raised his glass and seemed to be studying the bubbles that spiraled upward from the hollow stem. "You'll know when he gets here," answered Bruce Garrigan. "How so?" asked the captain. "Does he have an official announcer?" "No, but you'll hear his car before you see it." "New horn?" "No, new car-new color-new everything!" said Garrigan.
"If I go higher, perhaps I may be able to get some notion of it," thought he, and swinging up-wind, he spiraled till the barometer showed he had gained another thousand feet. But even this additional view profited him nothing.
Up into the purple-velvet night whirled sparks and fire-tongues; red smoke spiraled on the vagrant desert breeze. "A signal-fire, Master!" whispered Rrisa. "It will be seen in far oases. If it burn two hours, that will mean an enemy with great plunder. Others of the Beni Harb will come; there will be gathering of the tribes. That fire must not burn, M'almé!" "Nor must the Beni Harb live!"
Both of them had expected some effect from the sudden fusillade, but nothing like that which actually resulted. For, as the quick shots echoed to stillness again, and even before the first of the falling leaves had spiraled to the ground, an absolute, unbroken silence fell upon that vile rabble of beast-men the silence of a numbing, paralyzing, sheer brute terror.
"Can you find landing space, Gregg?" Moa's question brought back my wandering fancies. I saw an upland glade, a level spread of ferns with the forest banked around it. A cliff height nearby, frowning down at the sea. "Yes. I can land us there." I showed her through the glasses. I rang the sirens, and we spiraled, descending further. The mountain tops were now close beneath us.
The machine lurched forward, swooped, spiraled, and with a sickening rush, a flailing tumult of the stays and planes, plunged into nothingness! Had Stern and the girl not been securely strapped to their seats, they must have been precipitated into space by the violent, erratic dashes, drops, swerves and rushes of the uncontrolled Pauillac.
Each of the four walls had, at ground level, a narrow entrance, plastered without a trace of woodwork. This opened into a vestibule containing a dirt-encrusted staircase which spiraled upward. They were each labeled with one of the first four letters of the alphabet painted on the wall. Several large work-shops with weather-blackened skylights were scattered about the court.
So he stopped the engines and they spiraled once more toward the earth. Now they were nearing the surface of the lake. The distance was a thousand feet; now eight hundred. Did he see shadows flitting across the ice? At five hundred feet he was sure that he did. He said nothing. So intent on landing was he that no risk seemed too great.
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