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Updated: June 25, 2025
Even as Joe spoke, a youngster poked his head from the plane's window and grinned back at them. "Ready?" he yelled. "Come on, Max," Joe said. "Let's pull the canopy off this thing. We don't want it in the way while you're semaphoring." A figure was approaching them from the Administration Building. A uniformed man, and somehow familiar. "A moment, Captain Mauser!"
The plane's rather crowded and I see that you have the whole aisle to yourself." "Okay! That's it," thought Graham. "The guy's a definite nut case. Must have escaped from the looney bin and somehow got to Oz. The plane's crowded indeed! He and I are the only passengers! Every single seat is empty." However, "Mr. Shakespeare" seated himself next to Graham without waiting for a reply.
They were clickings at strictly random intervals, but there was an average frequency, at that. "Let the counter out the window," called the pilot, "and listen. Tell me if the noise goes up." Joe obeyed. The aluminum fish dangled. The line slanted astern from the wind. It made a curve between the pole and the aluminum plummet, which was hollow in the direction of the plane's motion.
Plane's doubts were set at rest by John's confident manner, and he suppressed the caution which he had intended to give him. It made little difference, however, for John was headstrong, and would have been pretty certain to disregard whatever he might say. It was true that this was not the first time John had been in a sailboat; but if not the first, it was only the second.
Behind the houseboat! Look at the dory they're towing!" Rick swung low and craned his neck to see. It was! The houseboat used a pram as a tender, and the pram had its own low-power outboard motor. "That's enough," he said with satisfaction. He kept the Sky Wagon on a southerly course until Seaford passed below, to keep the houseboaters from thinking the plane's sole interest had been in them.
His glance fell on Bob's white, set face, and he saw that Bob was methodically going over one thing after another, and trying first this, then that, as if examining every part of the plane's mechanism that he could reach. They were still above the low-lying clouds that hid the earth. "Engine?" queried Dicky. Bob nodded.
He stuffed a piece of paper in Graham's shirt pocket as he exited. As the plane's doors closed behind Shakespeare, the flight attendant brought Graham a refreshing glass of lemonade. His thoughts turned to Telly, who had been so sad at being left behind. He eagerly looked forward to seeing the little guy again. Graham slept the entire trip back. He awoke just as the plane taxied to the terminal.
The only shooting we hear is the tut-tut-tut of our own or enemy plane's machine guns when fighting is at close quarters. The Germans shoot explosive bullets from theirs. I must admit that they have an excellent air fleet even if they do not fight decently.
Until, finally, they saw the Old Ship leave Trans-Space and glide down to the huge planet. And with a last burst of speed, Ato came in behind it. The two ships landed a few miles apart at almost the same time. They settled to the plane's surface like whirling hour-glasses. Fire spouted from them in all directions. Then their movement stopped. Smoke shrouded them and slowly drifted away.
Then he could have taken Scotty's Megabuck unit and given it to Joe. But there was no time now, and this other arrangement probably would do as well. "I'll pass the word to the gang on the mainland right away," Joe agreed. Joe went back into the lab while Rick ran to Pirate's Beach. Scotty was waiting, the plane's engine turning over.
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