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SO FROM NOWOW I'M GOING TO KEEP
IN TOUCH WITH HER ALL TME TIME BY
RADAR, RADIO S ON "ME ASTRAL VIEWER
HER COMMANDER, CAPTAIN CRANE,
A SPACE PILOT OF VAST EXPERIENCE,
IS ON THE CONTROL BRIDGE
ITS NO USE.MAK-SHES GONETUESAMF
WAY AS THE OTHERS — ITS ABSOLUTELY
UNBELIEVABLE. EVERY TINIEST PA«T
OF THAT SHIP WAS CHECKED AND
DOUBLE-CHECKED. THERE COULDN'T
HAVE BEEN^.vANVTHING WRONG,
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WELL.THAT'S THE LAST CREW I'LL
SACRIFICE - ORDERS FROM THE
CABINET OR NOT-POOR OLD CRANE
- I FEEL LIKE AMURDERER/
BUT YOU KWOWWEVE NO CWOICE
REALLY. SIR — SO MESOCW'S&XK
TO GET THROUGH
TO VENUS I
WHY IS IT SO IMPORTANT ._
VENUS? SEE NEXTWEEK'S ISSUI
?fte AeteeafHtoe* of P.C.49
FROM THE FAMOUS RADIO
series by ALAN STRANKS
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ALL RIGHT CONSTABLE .
LET'S HAVE A FULL ,
REPORT ON THE MATTER L
BEFORE >OU CO /
OFF Dory. /
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THIS CASE, SIR ?
THIS KID WAS A
CHUM OF MINE.
I'D GIVE ANYTHING
FOR THE CHANCE
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TRACED A SET OF DABS ON THE
IN THE HOLD-OP CAR .
PRINTS OF A CONVICTED MAN. HERE5
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THE WHOLE FINGER
WILL BE BUST
PIO T ACJUNSr tWE WOULD
A. gripping Serial
by Chad Varah
Ray jerked his head towards the window.
Only inert did Jim become conscious of the
rain sluishmg down.
"You want 10 help me?" asked Ra>.
sitting on I he bed.
"Why. of course bul how did you "
"That can wail. Get dressed, and talk fast.
Who was in thai house when you left?"
"They'll Stop at Nothing! "
LINK three time* il you'll promise to
keep quiet 1" whispered Ras's "ghost"
Jim obeyed, and the man released him.
He tried to speak, gulped, and then tried
"Are you a - a spirit. R-ray?" he quavered
"I should hope so!" grunted lite "ghost" - .
rubbing Pru's towel and mopping his face.
im rolled painfully out of bed and began to
get into his gritny dottiev
"1 don'l know who was in the &«««-," he
said. "lis supposed to be empty. But when
the man with the gun ran away from the
cellar. I untied the prisoner and took the gag
out of his mouth — "
"What did be soy?"
"He asked me 10 help him to get out and
find him a bed, so 1 came here to get Ken- "
"Help? Bed'' Washehurl?" snapped Ray.
'A wound in the shoulder. I don't think
11 was serious, hut he'd lost a lot of blood — "
'•Then why art you here'"" demanded Ray
"Pro thought I was a burglar, and nearly
disembodied on*? A
spook'' 1 should have thought yoii could
have answered that for yourself." said Ray.
towelling his hair till it stood on end. and
puffing like a grampus as he used to do when
he and Jim had been swimming together.
"You felt solid enough." admitted Jim.
rubbing his bruised arm, "but -
"Seen a comb anywhere''" . interrupted
Ray, rummaging on the drcssing-iable "Ah,
here we are " He straddled his legs until he
could nee into the mirror, and hegan combing
"I! there hit such things as ghosts." hecon-
tttiucc. squinting sideways ai his parting in
the way tied always done, '"they obvtousls
can'! hurt you except by frightening you. and
il ypu retusi: to be scared, what can (hey do?
Never 'thought you'd be afraid of me.
i she and Ken put me to bed and went
to gel Dick Rawlings U» help - you remember
Dick — "
"So that's why the cellar was empty when
I went back just now." mused Ray. '"Here,
let me do lhat for you ' Jim was having a
tob to bend and tie his shoelaces. "Sure
you're going 10 he all right '*"
Jim nodded vigorously
"Know where they were taking himT"
"Dick's place. I gathered." said Jim." We
can ask them if you like. They're sure to be
back by now."
"No. I don't want anyone else to know I'm
alive, just at the moment."
"I won't tell anyone - but I say. how did
you escape'' And who was the man m the
cellar who didn'l want the police? You're
not doing anything wrong or or illegal, are
"We're not doing anything nfimg,"
answered Ray. "but some things we have to
do may be illegal in certain countries. In any
tion reporters - and our work is ■deadly 'ush'
at the moment. As for the man in the cellar,
if tic's the chap I think he is. he's 'one oi ui
and I have to rescue him or die in the anempt.
I was trying to irace him when I saw you pop
up out of that manhole. I didn't recognise
you until you passed me then I miaouwed
to attract vour attention, but you bared off."
Jim fiddled with his ire at the mirror, to
hide his blushes.
"Why dkln't you call my name?" be
'"Cos I didn i want iht- tough who was
after you to know I was there."
Jim gaped, feeling hi> heart miss a beat
"My dear cliap," drawled Ray. "you don't
really suppose a gang like thai lust gives up
and goes home crying for Mum because
they're interrupted ai their diny work, do
"Bui what '.
Jim grinned feebly.
"Well," he excused himself "thinking you
ere drowned and then suddenly seeing you
artding there dripping wet , as if you'd risen
< be in the
mean to aw you. Bui yo
already. How did you c
gang's hide-out. anyway?"
"The manhole cover was off and I fell
through h into the cellar. Your frietul told
me he'd pushed tl off, He was trying to
escape, but they dragged him hack."
"Well, it's loo kite to keep you out of it
now. i don't know whether any of them
would recognise you hut the trouble is they
"You mean that bloke followed me
here?" enquired Jim breathlessly.
"Of course." Ray felt for a cigarette "I
shadowed him but as he made no move to
attack you, I kept on his tail, hoping he'd lead
me to the resi of 'em. As luck would have it.
a car was waiting for him round the corner:
I was .just in time lo .see il drive oil' Looked
like a Morris 14."
"Olt r " Jim's face fell. "Phy you didn't ruh
him out while you had the chance."
Ray flicked on his lighter and lit his cigar-
ette, studying his, young cousin's face over the
"1 don'; like to hear you talk like lhat.
Jim." he said quietly. "If you'd use plain
English, and say 'kill him", you'd see how
wrong il was. What do you think I am?"
Jim's mouth set stubbornly.
"Probably. Aren't wc ail? The point is.
I'm not a Judge and Jury, let alone an execu-
tioner. If you're going to >oin us, you'll have
to have some respect for human life."
"Have titey?" demanded Jim.
Ray tossed his cigarette into the fireplace.
"We're wasting time.'' he said. "I've got
to get along to Dick's place and sec if my
He made for ihe window, bul Jim seized
"Don't leave me out, Ray!" he pleaded.
"1 was wrong. I'm sorry. I don't really Ihink
your side are murderers, loo."
Hay turned and gripped his shoulders.
"Good man." Ray smiled approvingly.
and Jim felt all his hero-worship of his cousin
come flooding back, as in the days of the
Battle of Britain. He'd had to forget il during
the two bitter years since Rays "death".
"You mustn't think we're soft," added Ray
grimly. "Beiteve mc. we can get lough when
it's necessary. Some of us have even hail to
kill at times in self-defence. But mostly wc
"take" more than we 'dish out'. You ready
"Ready for anything!" exclaimed Jim.
"But I'd rather go out by the door if you
don'., mmii " He limped over to close the
window. "What's this gang after 1 "
"Atomic secrets," replied Ray curtlv
"And they'll stop ai nothing."
As he spoke, something whiz/ed through
the window, so close lo Jim lhat h flicked his
it passed, anil stuck quivering in the
.1 DlCl. ■:
SM what I mean'*" mid Ray. ■
the light-switch "Meet me
better take ken with you. and be carfUil 1 "
Heedless of his own advice, Ray dived for
ihe window and climbed out. Assuming that
tlit would-be assassin wasn't likely to haw
lingered, lie ran across Ihe slippery roof where
Jim had nearly come to grief anil along the
wall, without any aticmpi at caution
By the lime he reached the alley, his eyes
had become adjusted lo the darkness He
hadn't been a night-fighter pilot for nothing
He could sec Ibc gangster slinking along
towards a car ai ihe <nd of the alley the
same car Ray had encountered before The
man was keeping clow under the wall, to
avoid observation from ihe houses He didn i
seem to have noticed his pursuer, so Ray
stayed on the wall and tan nimbi; along the
lop. blessing his crepe soles hut cursing the
ramshackle rools of o
shooting on". Ray transferred himself 10 (he
roof. He was nearly Thrown off as the driver
swerved violently into the lane, but managed
to hold on by forcing his finger-lips into the
crack nude by Ihc front of the sunshine roof
and bracing his knees against the back edge
of the inch-deep depression into which it slid
hack when opened. It was a most uncom-
fortable and undignified position, and Ray
hoped he wouldn't have to hold it for long.
He didn't think he had made any sound
that would be heard above the noise of the
engine, but as be wasn't sure if he'd been
spotted on the waJI. he kept a good look-out
lor possible attack as the car careered through
the deserted streets.
It was as well that he was on the alert- He
heard no sound as the back offside door was
opened. A man crept out backwards on to
the running board, clinging to the door-
frame with his left hand and groping for Ray
with his right.
Ray rolled as far as he could to the left and
kicked ouL He heard the man's nose crack
and a thin scream as he fell, but one of the
others must have had hold of him. for he was
dragged back into the car -though not before
the door had swung viciously back at him as
the car rounded another corner.
"Can't be more than three to deal with
now." thought Ray. wincing in sympathy
with his assailant, " Wonder what they'll try
next? A shot from the other side, most
Sure enough, a hand holding a gun snaked
up towards him from the front nearside
window. Hut Ray had under-estimated the
cunning of the enemy. As he let go with his
left hand and grabbed at the gun, the driver
braked with a violence that made the car
shudder as it skidded to a sudden stop. Ray
was literally catapulted from the roof. He
turned a somersault on the bonnet, clutched
at the shameless young lady decorating the
radiator-cap. and fell on to the road with a
thud that jarred every bone in his body.
Whfs Ray disappeared through the win-
dow, Jim stood still lor a moment, his
heart throbbing painfully in his throat. He
stretched out a hand towards the knife lo
assure himself that it hadn't all been a ghastly
nightmare: then, thinking "Fingerprints!"
he withdrew his hand.
Mechanically wiping a trickle of blood
from his ear, he went out on to the landing.
There was no sound from Pni's old room.
Should he warn her that the house was under
attack by desperadoes*'
"They know this house". Ray had said.
Jim gritted his teeth in sudden rage at the
thought that Pru and her family might be in
danger from a gang who would "stop at
nothing". He wished now that he hadn't
agreed lo her going to the cellar with Ken.
"Anyway, she'll be safely back now," he
assured himself. "But perhaps I'd belter
warn her that the house may he besieged
again, even if Ray has drawn off the gang for
the time being."
He lapped gently on the door. There was
no response. He didn't date to knock louder.
for fear of disturbing her parents. He felt a
bit shy about going into the room, and he
didn't want to frighten Pru (hough his
aching ribs reminded him that she wasn't
Cautiously he turned the knob and opened
the door a few inches, listening intently.
There was no sound of breathing or move-
Abruptly he entered Ihc room and groped
his way to the bed.
"Pru!" he whispered urgently.
In sudden anxiety he put out his hand and
felt in the bed. There was no one there, and
the bedclothes were quite cold. He sniffed
at the pillow, trying to recognise the elusive
scent of whatever it was Pru shampooed her
hair with. There was no trace of it.
She hadn't come back!
"But they must have been gone hour.%." he
muttered as he dashed for the stairs. He
made his way swiftly but silently to the living
room and snapped on the light. He was
behind the settee, but he could see at a glance
that Ken wasn't there.
He tried to comfort himself with the
thought ttiat if neither of them was back, at
least they were together and Ken could pro-
But coutd he? The gang was armed with
guns and knives, and wouldn't hesitate lo use
Jim suddenly felt sick. He couldn't think
of il all us a great and glorious adventure any
more. Pru might be in the hands of un-
He clenched his lists. Until now. Pru had
only been "Ken's kid sister" - quite a good
sport for a girl, but no mote. Now . . .
He stood cudgelling his brains, which
seemed to have gone numb.
The room was silent, except for the ticking
Of the clock on the mantelpiece.
On Ihe mantelpiece?
Jim cocked his head, puzzled. Then he
leapt forward and stared in horrified fascina-
tion at the settee.
There, where Ken should have been sleep-
ing like the Village Blacksmith, after rescuing
a chap who was probably an atomic scientist,
was a small brown suitcase. Hanging out on
one side, where the lid had been closed care-
lessly, was a little loop of wire covered with
red insulation. And something inside the case
Jim drew in his brealh so sharply that the
sound was like a snort. He'd never seen a
time- bomb before, but he didn't need anyone
to tell him what this was.
His first impulse was to hurl it out of the
window. Then he took a grip on himself.
remembering the neighbours - especially the
kid next -door-but-one who was subject to
fits. There was only one place for the infernal
machine, and that was the bomb-site opposite
the cellar where he'd found Ray's friend.
It would take him at least live minutes lo
get then:, even if his hmp and his sore chest
would allow him to run at his usual speed.
There was no time for hesitation. Sweating
with fear he picked up the case, ran cut of
the house, and lore down Ihe street, drawing
sobbing breaths into his bruised chest ami
grimacing with pain from his swollen knee.
As he streaked round the corner, he ran
slap imo the arms of a solid figure who
gripped him like a bear. He let out a yell;
ihen he noticed the blue uniform, and stopped
"What's the hurry, sonny 11 " enquired the
"Gotta get home mum'll be worried."
The policeman released him.
"Bit late for you to be out. isn't it?" he
said. "Been up lo anything you shouldn't?"
"N-no," replied Jim, edging oway. "I-I've
been at a friend's house, and . . ."
His voice trailed away. He was conscious
all Ihe time of the dpek that was ticking away
his life. The policeman didn't seem to have
heard it, but he noticed Jim's involuntary
glance at the suitcase.
"Whai have you got there?"
His tone was still kindly, hut he wanted an
answer. Jim licked his lips. He felt a
sudden impulse lo confide in the fatherly
copper. After all. it was hh duty to dispose
or anything that was a public danger.
"Time-bomb!" said Jim impulsively. Then
he remembered Ray's words: "Police mean
explanations - and our work is deadly 'ush' !"
Before he could fed ashamed of his weak-
ness, ihe policeman threw back his head and
"All right, sonny, canyon, "he said. "You
look like an honest lad. Get home to bed."
Jim was off before he had finished speaking.
He clasped the bomb like a rugger ball in
order to run more easily.
The policeman stood looking after him.
stroking his chin uneasily. The boy hod
looked honest, for all his dirty appearance;
but he'd also looked scared. As scared as if
lie really had . . .
Remembering another strange event in the
neighbourhood that night, the policeman
sprinted in pursuit, calling himself all kinds
of a fool.
"Come back!" he shouted
"Keep away!" yelled Jim, as he vanished
into a narrow passage. He had a good start
and he knew the district inside out. As he
ran, he remembered Ray's words: "We're
not soft - we're tough, and we can 'take it'."
How much longer would the fuse last?
He'd been lucky so far but surely the gang
would only have allowed enough time to
enable them 10 get well away before Ihe
He could hear the sharp, urgent blasts of
the policeman's whistle but he could no
longer hear his pounding footsteps. He him-
self was running as softly as possible. His
throat was parched with exhaustion and fear,
and his skin prickled uncomfortably as
though he had pine-needles stuck in his
underclothes. The thing he was holding
repelled him as if it had been a venomous
snake, and again he was sorely tempted to
hurl il from him and go lo look for Pru. Bui
he was still amongst inhabited buildings and
he resisted the impulse.
He had managed to evade (he policeman,
thai was one good thing. But he didn't know
how much longer he could keep going. He'd
had to make a considerable detour already.
His legs were beginning lo drag, and his eyes
were blinded with sweat.
He had almost reached his destination
when his weary feet stumbled on the uneven
cobbles of a back street, and he fell. In
striving to keep his balance, one leg got in
the way of the other, and be lopplcd side-
ways and crashed his head against the wall.
He Tell the stunning blow, and struggled
desperately to retain consciousness. By a
tremendous effort of will he managed to get
up on all fours. Then his body refused to
respond any more, and he Hopped in a faun,
the sinister suitcase ticking away against his
oblivious ear. His last thought was that Ray-
land Pru, too. if she were still alive) would be
proud that be had died in a vain attempt to
United next week
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REAL LIFE MYSTERIES
THE WHITE QUEEN OF THE SAHARA Then, out of the western desert, cm a
Great White Queen With her marched a VH
army of soldiers, slaves and attendant*. Thi
Queen was a while woman, golden-hatred and
very beautiful Her soldiers were bravt
fighters whom she led imi.i buttle against her
enemies She was over six feet in height and
as strong a.s any of her warriors. We called
het lin-Hinan. Pot several hundred year;,
her people lived in the Hoggar Then the
In the heart of the southern Sahara desert lies
a flat-topped range of rocky hills. The Roof
of the Sahara is the native name for them Chi
maps ol Africa t< is the Hoggar Plateau
The natives told the first explorers a weird
mod "Lougago these parched hills were cov-
ered with grass Our forefathers lived here,
glowing ihett crops.
streams slowly dried up The rich country-
side turned to dust. The whiles died out."
In 1932 a young professor named Count
Byron de Prorok began a search for the lomb
of" Tin-Hinan. At last he came across a huge
pyramid of Moncs. His servants tunnelled inln
it and de Prorok shone his torch into the
Before him was the Great White Queen
"The Queen." said de Prorok. "was tying
on u canopy of sculptured ivory and wood
Her gorgeous wrappings had turned Ui dust
Around her neck was a marvellous necklace
of KOO precious stones. Beside her lay her
bronze sword and shield."
Tin-Hinan. the Great White Queen, now
rests in the National Museum in Algiers. No
one ha-, yrl discovered who she really was,
what land she came from or why she marched
in a lawless land
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BY DANET, DUBRISAY. GENESTRE
HEROES OF THE CLOUDS
MANMOUNIS THE SKIES
FOR THE HAST TIME IS IHE
DRAMA! It STORY BEHIND THE
SUCCESSFUL EXPERIMENT OF
THE TWO FRENCHMEN, JOSEPH
AND iriENNE M0NI6OI.FIER
FRANCE IN THE REIGN
OF LOUIS XVI
178?. AT AVIGNON. THE BROTHERS FOUNDTHJ
A BAG OF SILK PLACED OVER A Fl RE OF WOOL I
STRAW WOULD RISE RAPIDLY INTO THE AIR,/
[.VERSAILLES. ONLY INJURY SUSTAINED
...BYTHE WING OF THE COCK WHICH WAS
BROKEN BY A kick FROM THE. SHEEP/
THE FIRST ASCENT WAS MADE 8Y J F. PILATRE d« ROZIF.R
THE MARQUIS d'ARlANDES. AS PASSENGER. FROM THE
PREVAILING WINDS CARRIED THE BALLOON ACROSS PARIS.
HIGH OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF PARIS. THE ENVELOPE CAUGHT FIRE
AND THE OCCUPANTS WER£ IN GRAVE DANGER OF LOSING THEIR LIVES!
THE BALLOON CARRIED ITS OWN FIRE IN A BRAZIER. SITING I N IHE N ECK
OFTHE ENVELOPE. IT WAS FEO BY BALES OF WOOL AND STRAW IN
THE GALLERY. WIU- THEY STOP THE FLAMES? SEE HEXTWEEK.S NUM6ER.
DISCOVERING THE COUNTRYSIDE
THE EAGLE CLUB
AND EDITOR'S FACE
The Editor's Office
43 Shoe Imm, London, EC4
IT looks as if we are going lo have Ihe
country swarming whh EAOlJUtlM Ihis
rills' An tiagk't. of course, isa member
of ibe eagli: due - before he doe-
somclhrng special and becomes a Mli(.. The
postman could do Willi one of Dan Dare's
Jcpccts to carry all ihc letters of application
to join the Club and ibe badge-makers an;
going cross-eyed with working i
You can't all be among the
hrsl hundred members of ihc
(.Tub. of course, and win a free ._ HijJ i)i
trip lO Silvers lone Motut
Races, or I- a rn bo rough Air
Display, or the lest Match at
the Highland Games. We
i the I
Mean white, don't forget that if you apply
for membership in the first four weeks be-
fore May 14th - youcangct the r. At: i_t Badge
without any extra payment, simply by sending
in your I/- Membership fee. Jusl send a postal
order with your name, address, age and date
of birthday, name of school and club lo The
Editor at the above address. After May 14th,
i he re will be an extra charge of fid. for the
Kemember that after you've joined the
Oub, the second step is to become a miki.
You can't do this h> applying foi il yourself.
Someone else has go) to write and IcJ! us
about something you've done to deserve the
award, We have heard already of a good
many readers whose parents, or teachers. o>
club leaders - or someone like lhat believe
they have done something rather special and
deserve to be elected a MUG, We arc too tin g
into each case carefully and if elected we shall
award them Ihc MUG I Badge which will
cm ille them lo a good many privileges. We
hope, in the next two or three weeks, lo be
able lo announce (he first MUU 01 shi
We hope you have go! the idea of whai a
Mtte really is Some ot our readers have been
gelling ibeir parenis to send lis accounts of
things they have done that were just plain
The pom i is this: a Mi't, isn't a nitwit who
gets taken in and ihen squeak: he's a chap
who deliberately sets oul lo do (he worth-
while Ihings, whatever the COM. lie's never
imposed on oi ink en advantage of, except
when he '* witling to he. There's nothing lo hi
trying lo break into a shop. Il may be by
taking a stand againsl Ihe gang hooliganism
that's going on nowadays. A mug may be
someone crippled or ill in hospital who shows
great cheerfulness and endurance: or gome-
one who gives up the chance of enjoyment
he's been looking forward to in order to let
Those are only some of the Ihings thai
would cam the mugs badge. Il might be
something quite diflcjcm bui h's got to be
something that's of service lo others.
As we said last week, we've got a great many
ideas for the i agli CLUB. But, after all,
it's your ( lub and we really want to know your
ideas about it and what you like. So will
you slan thinking between now and next
week, about the sort of things you'd like the
Club to organise.
Here, for example, are some of the things
you might be interested in. Some of you will
like one thing, and others something else. In
issue we shall ask you lo lei us know
in pretci. Don't do anything about it
ow (MBCtM think!
The idea is that there should be several
^^^ groups within ihc Club, foi
fl|PI| those interested in. lor example:
J\p I. Stamp collect ine orcolleci-
maT^iffc. mB otbc ' 'hings. 2. Amatcui
**■ Theatricals. 3. Handicrafts and
Model making. 5. Engine Spoi-
ling 6. Amateur Photography.
Overseas Pen-pals. 9. Swop
these, it you decide you «
them - and you will probably
have a great many other
ideas of your own. Bui
meanwhile don' i forget lo make suie of gel-
ling your copy of ncii regularly. There's
an order ioirn at Ihe bottom oi this page
which we suggest you use.
Last week we mentioned some of Ihc-greai
MUtis of history People like ihe Wnghl
Brothers - folks said they were wasting then
lime when ibey wcie experimenting with
aeroplanes: or Florence Nightingale when
she devored her lift lo improving military
hospitals, or Keats.
Answers on p. 13
1. SWINGING THE LOAD Study this iliusiraiion carefully and sec if
you can solve this worrying problem. A bale of merchandise (marked clearly with
an "X") has to be transferred to a quay (marked "Y"j. Unfortunately as you no
doubt have already seen Ihe width of the water is considerably greater than Ihc
span of the crane thai is to lifl Ihc goods. The arm of ihe crane is rigid.
The whole crane itself can swing, bill
the arm cannot be either raised or
Imagine yourself in charge of the job.
What would you advise? Transfer the
bale by other means'' Or attempt it with
Ihc crane? I! you decide on Ihe crane, '
what method can you possibly use
you decide against the crane, ask y
self whether il is absolutely impossible I
by this means. 1,00k very, very carefully I
at Ihe picture before replying!
I. I I / 1 1 j Which is the brightest sta
(2f Which is the smallest of these: (.bain, t
is the lightest of these boxing weights: n
which side of a penny is i he daic - heads t
oi in water V (6) Whal Dags are these-, jo
in the heavens (not counting the sun)?
"•M. I l.H. THON, MOl t( ULI ?<3)Which
MHI K. H.Y, LIGHT, MAN1AU? (4) Op
tails? <5) Does sound travel fasiei in air
3. OPPOSITES There are several words which need only their first letters
changing to make a word Willi an entirely opposite meaning. For example, "tarnish"
(to make dull) and "varnish" tin make bright).
Can you discover the following foui pairs of opposite words? Ontv the first lellcr
is different in each pan.
la) Change a word meaning "Something thai gives cokwi" into a word meaning
something dial removes colour ". (fei'To withhold help" into "lo help a great deal",
(<•) "A ship'" into "no ship", tit) "The winner'" into "the loser".
4. V 1 1. 1. - I N S Here is a drawing competition for which we offer a first priw of
10/6. In the left-hand picture some of Ihc artist's lines gol rubbed out leaving only
those ihai you can see here. Can you fill in other lines to make a picture? The right-
hand drawing gives wie example of whal can he done. The prize will go lo Ihe besl
and most original drawing. Last dale for entries is Wednesday. May 3rd. Send youi
entries ic> The fcduoi, thi lAiii.r, 43 Shoe Lane, London, tc.4 and mark envelope
"Compethion", Don'! forget lo include your name, address and age.
proud of in being diddled (though even that
Wilberlorce Wi *JjJ
is better than drddling some other poor
launhcd ai JR "iC^S
blighter I, A Mini gha service, knowing what
">- he said he •^kkV.-'H
lie is doing. He doesn i have it taken from him
** u«i aaaaaatcS«J
by force or trickery.
There arc anv number of wavs von am can:
ihe title ol unci, Il may be bv some especially
brave action like rescuing someone Irom
drowning, or like ihe boy we read about the
other da> who chased ofl a couple ol louls
' Cut this out
f Newsagent: pletise order i
■■■ every week until further no
hash Lonergan's Quest
By MOORE RAYMOND
Th* story mo far
LASH LONERGAN explained to
Rawhide and Squib what Mopoke (he
black-fellow had mumbled to him:
"The message got through to the blacks'
camp that I was coming home. When
Mopoke saw that Dago Messiter was up to
some dirty work, he took a hone from Coota-
bah Creek and rode to meet us.
"He thinks the mounted police might be
after him for stealing the horse. Thai's why
he wouldn't come out on to the road. He
threw a warning boomerang instead."
Squib, who had been siicnl Tor some tune,
put a question to the roughrider: "What's
going to happen when we get to Coolabah
"That," replied Lash grimly, ""is something
for tomorrow to decide." Thrusting out his
jaw. he added : "But whatever tl is. I'm look-
ing forward to dealing with Mr. Dago
Just before noon next day the three horse-
men rode up to the gate of Coolabah Creek.
As Lash entered the property, his feelings
were a mixture of sorrow, anger, and gladness
10 be home again.
Dago Messiter was waiting for him. Dago's
men were waiting, too.
Tall, handsome, and swarthy. Dago leaned
nonchalantly against a verandah post and
watched the trio ride up the road to Ihe
A splendid stockman, he had been Uncle
Peter's foreman for years. Though both
Lash and Rawhide had admired his skill, they
had never liked him. There had always been
something sinister about I he man.
Now they saw thai Mcssiter's smile was
half a sneer as be leaned against the post and
watched them with sharp, dark eyes. He
made no sign and said no word. Neither did
any of the men who stood on either side of
him in hostile array.
Lash reined his horse in front of the
verandah steps. Rawhide and Squib pulled
up on either side.
"Well, well. Rawhide!" exclaimed Lash
gaily. "I expected a better welcome home
"Isn't it quiet around here?" replied the
Irishman with a grin.
Dago Messiter spoke softly but clearly.
"You might even say it was quiet enough for
Lash's eyes narrowed as he glanced over
the other men. "I see a lot of strangers here,
but none of my old friends."
"I got rid of your lot when I took over the
station." said Dago casually.
"1 hear you've proclaimed yourself boss
and owner of Coolabah Creek." replied Lash
just as casually.
Dago nodded. "You were disinherited the
day your Uncle Peter kicked you out," he
said in precise tones that could not conceal
his delight. "Your uncle told me I was to
take over the place when he died."
"Do you know what I think T* said Lash.
"I think you're a liar."
Dago started and flushed. Recovering his
composure, he went on: "I've got witnesses.
There's Joe Horgan for one."
He pointed to the fat man beside him, and
continued, "Joe was there when — "
"Greasy Joe!" bellowed Rawhide, who
could contain himself no longer. "'Greasy
Joe the dingo! Greasy Joe the snake! If ever
there was a putrefyin' piece o' pong it's
Greasy Joe Horgan!"
The fat man, furious at the abuse, suddenly
bent down and produced a rifle.
Lash's quick eye saw the move. He swung
his whip, and the writhing tip hissed out and
wrapped itself around the barrel.
"Look out. Lash!" yelled Squib.
The boy had seen Dago's lightning move
as the foreman flung out his arm. As if by
magic, a knife appeared in his hand.
As Lash's whip jerked the rifle from Greasy
Joe's hands. Dago hurled the gleaming knife
straight at the unsuspecting roughrider.
Lash glimpsed the flying blade loo late to
duck. The knife pierced the crown of his
hat and whipped it off his head.
Amid cackles and guffaws from Dago's
henchmen. Lash swiftly hooked a knee
around the pommel as Monarch wheeled
away. The roughrider swung head down and.
with the ease of a circus acrobat, snatched his
hat from the ground. The cackling laughter
was checked by the sight of such a feat.
But Dago still smiled his sneering smtle.
"I didn't intend to touch you," he said. "I
only wanted to demonstrate that u knife is a
better weapon than a whip, because it can
be thrown further than a whip can reach.
Lash replied quietly : "Maybe you've heard
of something (hey call the law of the land.
You'll be hearing more about it soon."
"Possession is nine points of the law."
quoted Dago smugly.
"And," replied Lash, "possession can be
proved by a will."
Dago Messiter started up surprised.
"Unclc Peter made his will in my favour."
the roughrider went on. "He showed it to me
years ago when he said the place would one
day be mine."
Dago advanced down the steps and looked
intently at Lash.
"There's no will among his papers," he
said. "And where there's no will Ihere's no
way of proving he left you Coolabah Creek."
Rawhide burst in: "Ah, Lash, me boy!
Don't listen any more to the blather in'
Lash, keeping his eyes tided on Dago, con-
tinued to address him. "Maybe you did lind
uncle's will here in the homestead - and may-
be you destroyed it."
"Are you calling me a liar" 1 " snarled the
"Or maybe you didn't find the will because
it isn't here. Maybe it's in the bank at
A buzz of excited comment broke out
among the men. Dagu looked discomfited
for a moment or two. Then he burst out:
"You get off this place! You get off >ny
"One more question before I go," replied
Lash calmly. "Where is the opal that was in
Uncle iter's hand when they found him up
Dago blinked in feigned surprise. "Opal?"
he repealed. "What opal?"
A snigger ran through the group of men on
"I think you know what I mean." said Lash
"Yabbayabba was one of the blacks that
found your uncle," said Dago. "'And he
didn't see any opal."
Messiter turned and beckoned to the black-
fellow who had been squatting on the veran-
dah. The big. ugly, and almost-naked Abor-
igine rose and came forward to the railings.
"'Now, Yabbayabba," said Dago. "Tcllem
this fdla if you see opal longa Mister I oner-
gaii when you lindcm longa gully."
Clutching his boomerang and nullanulla,
the black shook his head vigorously "No
see opal. Likern you say, Missa Messiter, no
opal longa Missa I onergan No see — ™
Rawhide again blurted out his opinion.
"Who'd believe you?" he roared. "You
horse thief and cattle duffer!"
The Aborigine scowled insolently at the
Irishman and raised his boomerang in a
"Rawhide - Squib - come on," ordered
Lash, who saw further argument was futile.
The three companions wheeled their horses
and rode ofT, followed by hocus and jeers.
Only Dago Messiter did not laugh. With
speculative eyes he watched the trio go
cantering down the road. He knew he had
not seen the last of Lash Lonergan.
Meanwhile Squib, who had listened to the
recent argument in timid silence, boldly
started firing questions at Lash.
"1 suppose he wouldn't own up about the
opal because he wants to keep it for hissdf?"
"On, it's more than that, me innocent little
cobber," interposed Rawhide. "You can
bet your sweet life that Uncle Peter made an
opal strike somewhere up there in the hills.
A;>:! IT) bet me best pants to a clutch of
cockatoo's eggs that Dingo Messiter and his
mob have been up there fossickin' for the
opal vein that rightly belongs to Lash."
"Do you reckon they've found it?"
"I don't reckon so or the news would
have got around by this."
"Strike me 'andsomc!" exclaimed Squib,
suddenly changing the subject. "I'm terrible
hungry ! "
Lash and Rawhide burst into laughter.
Then they agreed they felt the same way.
"I thought we'd get some tucker at Ihc
homestead," said the roughrider. "But all we
got was the boot. We won't be in Tarrawaira
till about sundown, so we'd better see what
we can catch."
Rawhide pointed at the fat. pink-and-grey
parrots squabbling among the honey-laden
flowers of a gum tree. "If I had a gun." he
said. "I'd potshot a fribble o' them gaJahs
(Hie for each and all of us."
"Look!" hissed Lash, pointing towards a
streak of dry. yellow grass beside a parched
They glimpsed the alert, grey-fealhcrcd
head of a plain-turkey above the top of the
grass. Lash swung Monarch off the road and
made for the billabong.
The plain-turkey broke cover and ran
swiftly across the mud flat towards a dense
clump of waitawhile bushes. Its tiny, useless
wings flapped furiously in a vain attempt to
fly as Monarch went racing in pursuit.
The roughrider felt for the handle of his
whip and jerked the coiled rawhide free.
Swish! went the darting lash. It struck the
outstretched neck and coiled itself round the
grey feathers. Lash flicked back his wrist -
and the plump plain-turkey lay dead, ready
for plucking and cooking.
"She loves me! She loves me not!"
exclaimed Rawhide a few minutes later as he
sat on a log, pulling out the feathers by the
handful and tossing them into the air.
Lash lit a lire of mulga and
L sandalwood, and then showed Squib how
3 dig for yams with a sharp stick. By i he time
they had dug up six of the potato-like tubers.
Rawhide had the turkey plucked and cleaned.
He went over to a patch of wet clay on the
edge of the billabong and, scooping it up by
the handful, smeared it thickly over the
"Help me make a bushman's oven, kid,"
Lash invited the boy.
He and Squib soon made a hole in the
eanhabout three feet deep. Rawhide came back
with the bird completely covered with day.
While the curious boy stood and watched
the strange sight, the two men shovelled big
embers from the fire into the bottom of the
hole. In went the turkey. Then came more
embers. Finally the earth was pushed back
"Where are the yams?" asked Squib.
"Inside the beautiful bird." replied Raw-
hide, rolling his eyes and licking his lips.
"And when that tasty turkey is ready for our
gullets, so will those yams be cooked as well.
Oh, the thought of it makes me mouth water
like the Niagara Falls."
"Well," began Lash, '"we've got about an
hour to wait, so — "
"Listen!" interrupted Squib, whose keen
Ban naO caugnr ihe strange drumn
Lash cocked an inquiring ear
lerked up tils head and listened i
was Ihe booming, throbbing sound of swifl
foci on hard earth.
"It's Dago and his push"' exclaimed The
hoy. "They're after mV
"HetV ihey come," remarked Rawhide,
winking ai Lash. "And (hey all seem to be
wearm' fancy cmiunits."
Ai Ihat moment the runners came into view-
on the other side of ihe billabong, and then
Squib realised Rawhide had been joking
"Emus!" he exclaimed as a uore of the
great birds thudded across the mud flat. Wilh
necks outs i retched and hrown feathen,
streaming. Ihey raced as fas! as ponies.
ignoianl of the men's presence. they boiled
madly into the hush again.
'■Dingoes'"* cried Squib at ihe sight of ibe
two wild dog* thai followed in swift pursuit.
Like iwo creatures of a nightmare. Ihe wild
dogs, iheir huge jaws open to show savage
teeth, raced across ihe flai and disappeared
among ihe trees.
"They'll never calch those emus," said Lash
to Squib. "Unless they run any or I hem into
a netting fence which is one of Iheir tricks
when ihey get the birds in a corner. They
just run full till into the fence and break their
Al last ihe bird was ready. They scraped
away the earth, then the almost-dead embers,
to reveal a turkey-shaped mass of baked clay.
Holding'tbc turkey by the charred feet.
lash lapped ai the clay with his big knife. It
flaked off. to reveal the beautifully cooked
flesh The delicious smell made their mouths
water I ii nous I >
Lash broke otf a leg and handed il 10 the
boy. Squib grabbed il greedily and sank his
leeth into the succulent flesh
Between the three of them they finished ihe
whole turkey. Squib and Rawhide, gorged
and somnolent, lay back in the shade with the
imeniion of drowsing and digesting
'There's a westerly wind rising." said Lash.
pomiing towards the horizon '" And do "you
seethecolout or the sky over there'' I reckon
we're in for a dust storm C6me on, cobbers,
we're on the road again."
As they rode south towards Varrawarra,
Ihe wind was hot and dry on their faces,
parching [heir lips
Then came the dust . soft and powdery
at frrsl . , drifting into their eyes and noses
Like a dark mist. Kit dost storm came
slowly down the wind, turning the slanting
sun to I golden yellow ball
The horses snuffled and snorted The men
coughed and spat, trying to gei rid of ihe
"Ugh, me throat's as dry as a sunstruck
bone," croaked Rawhide
"I could spit chips." gasped Squib.
Lash muttered "We'll just have to get used
to it. Il might keep on for days."
Just as the sun went down - (caving an
eerie, murky dusk the riders saw the Mghis
trf Varrawarra. It was only a liny settlement
a cluster of buildings on the main road
south hut never had the riders seen a more
They rode to the house of Colin McPhee.
the manager of the township's only bonk.
McPhee greeted Lash with huge delight
After sympathising ahoul the death of his
uncle. McPhee said : "We've all been follow-
nig your career wilh great interest, Lash, and
we're all' very proud of you in ihesc pans
Your Uncle Peter was, too."
"Did tie know what I've been doing.'"
asked Ihe roughrider eagerly
"Oh, yes. He watched (he papers for the
results of ail the roughnding contests He
*as always talking about your success,"
tin the subject of C'oolabah Oeek Siation,
McPhee said he had heard thai Dago
Mcssiier had claimed lite properly as his own.
"Bui of course tt's yours,"" went on the
bank manager. "You'll soon have him slung
out when you produce your uncle's will.". .
"Have you got h in the bank r asked Lash
"Of course It's in a strongbox in the safe
with other papers of your uncle's."
^•**W?Qi> ' '
"(oi, Id I see it now. please? fast to make
sure it's all in order still."
"Don'l be impatient, young man," laughed
McPhee. "Us after banking hours, you know,
tt would be a lot of bother going out into the
dusl slorm iust lo satisfy your curiosity
You'll have it in the morning, my boy."
McPhee invited all three of ihcm to stay
the nighi at his place provided they did noi
mind bunks on the hack verandah, where
they would he sheltered from the gritty wind.
Alter ihe evening meal they yarned for a
while Bui they were so tired that even lash,
young and tough as he was. could light off
fatigue no longer, tt was early 10 bed for all.
The westerly wind, laden with dust, drifted
steadily across ihe night. The stars were
blotted out. Soon the yellow lamps of the
township were extinguished, leaving an inky.
a tumbling from their beds
lash was awake in a second Shouts .
confused cries . . noises nf alarm
"What's up?" cried McPhee, hopping oot
"'its the end of the world'" roared Raw-
hide, plunging about in the darkness
■f-ire! " The cry came clearly to their cars
as Lash. McPhee. and the others humed
round the verandah .
"Fifcf shouted more voices
"'The bank's on fire'" bellowed McPhee
Across ihe road Ihe little wooden building
was ablaze The flickering yellow flames lit
up the faces of the excited townspeople as
they hurried to the spot. The fire hell was
ringing furiously down the road, and they
knew that help was on the way.
"Look" Look!" cried exerted voices.
From ihe shadows ai ihe hack of the hank
dashed ha 1 1'- a -dozen horsemen.
They were all masked by handkerchief:.
across their faces - all except their leader.
This man had a wide. ugly, vicious fact,
thai gleamed yellow in the lighl of the fire.
More grotesque still, he had a great hump on
his hack and he looked like n creature of evil
as he crouched over his galloping horse.
'The Hunchback !** shouted men and
women. "Look - the Hunchback '"
-Who " began Lash, as he waichcd the
rulers dash off into (he darkness.
"Bushrangers'" exclaimed McPhee He
hurried down the verandah step-, and across
the road io the bank.
The fire truck came roaring up, and Ihe
flames were srton extinguished.
Lash, wilh a premonition of disaster clutch-
ing at his heart, followed McPhee into the
The safe had been blasted open. Papers
and documents were scattered everywhere
many of them soaked and charred,
"The strongbox?" mapped Lash. "Uncle
McPhee peered into the damaged safe,
looked frantically around the room, and
groaned: "Its gone. All the money and
strongboxes have gone. The Hunchback has
taken the lot !"
(To be font imtr.it)
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