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Full text of "Dan Dare's Eagle Magazine: First 10 Issues published in 1950"

GLE - THE WEW^ NATIONAL STRIP CARTOON WEEKLY 

DAN DARE 

PILOT OF THE FUTURE 





7 ' 

' EE.IM SORRY 



YOU'RE MOT HALF AS SORRY AS I AM^ 

DIGBV.THATSTHETHIRDCREW I'VE ' 
LOST TRYING TO SET ID VENUS! 



and i wowt lose 
anymore! the 
cabinet can do 
wmattheylike: 
i'm not sending 
any more men 
to certain / 

DEATH/ 



(r POES SEE-MA SUAMEiq 
LOSE SO MANY GOOD MEN! 
SIR — ARE THEY SURE 
THERE'S FOOD THERE ? 







I SCIEMT1F IRnDTHEYRENOTOPTEW ^ 

ARE CONVINCED THERE'S; 'WRONG-THKY SAID. THERE* 
AIR .SOIL AND WATER j IvVOuLDNT BE MUCH Oki 

ON VENUS _.- ;|MARS,AND,ASYOUKWOW 

SWj 



UGH.MARS.'- HORRIBLE T AND WE DOURSENTLY WEED BiG jl 
PLACE, S1R-MILESAND NEW FOOD SUPPLIES, DIG OR THERESj 
MILES OF NOWT/ [ GOWG TD BE SERIOUS TROUBLE ! | 




TT ALL SEEMS VERY 
IROMICAL LIKE TO 
ME, SIR 



< H 



WE GET A WORLDGOVERNMEWT EKCEPT THERE'S 
THAT ENDS WARS, THE COCTCRS 
HAVE NEARLS EVEIJY DISEASE 
TAPED, AND klOBODVS REALLY' 

POOR ANY MORE IN 

PACT, EVERYTHING IN THE 

GARDEN'S LOYEL-Y 





IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN, PIGBY- 
THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE IN THE WORLD 
HAS DOUBLED SINCE I9SO — ANDfOOP 
SUPPLIES ARE GROWING LESS BECAUSE 
VAST AREAS OPTHE EARTH HAVE 
EXHAUSTED BY BAD FARMING IN 
PAST ' 



*] 




[TRY AS WE MAY, vv£ 

I Simply CAwT SROw 
ENOUGH FOOD TO GO 
l?OIJUD,ANDTHESCIEVniSTS 

i CANT FIND ANY GOOD 
SUBSTIT JTES I 



BUT IP THEYRE RIGHT AMD 
WE COULD GROW CROPS 
CM VEMUS.COMPRESS 
THEM, AND SHIPTHEM 
BACK. HERE, IT'LL 
MEAN LIFE ITSELF 
TD MILLIONS OF 
PEOPLE I 



j-, 

,1 THE SAME PLACE -WE SAME PL4C£' \ 

rTS BEENOURSREATESTl EUREKA I rvE GOT IT ! I KNOW J 

HOPE, AND THEN THIS I WHATHAPPENEDTOTWE "KJUGFISHER 1 ! 




y/ve *4cJ0e*tf$*toe4 of P.C.49 



FROM THE FAMOUS RADIO 
series by ALAN ST RANKS 




JIMMYS DANGEROUSLY ILL. I'M, GOiNG- ROUND TO 

THE HOSPITAL TO STAND BY IN CASE HE RECOVERS 
CONSCIOUSNESS. 





I DON'T > 
SUPPOSE IT WILL DO ANY HARM 
IF yOU SIT WITH HIM A WHILE. 
IS THIS OFFICIAL, CONSTABLEJ^--: 

IM OFF DUTY, 

BUT JlMMyB A FRIEND 

OF WINE AND lb LIKE 

3 BE HANDY IF HE 

DOES COME ROUND 

3? 






VERY SICK- FRACTURED 


HOW BAD^B 


SKULL AND SEVERE 
INJURIES TO THE SPINE. 




THE STRANGE THING IS 


DOCTOR ? A 


THOSE SPINAL INJURIES 




SEEM TO HAVE RELIEVED 


&■** ." '^^ 1 


THE PRESSURE ON THAT 




l BAD HIP OF HIS. 








^iBini 






MORNINCt, fortynine! 
what are you doing 

HERE ? 




jimmy! thank g-od youVE 

COME ROUND. HOW DO YOU 
FEEL? 




REMARKABLE ! IM PROUD OF YOU, My LAD. 
YOU'RE GOiNG TO GET WELL. 





plot ACAmsr twe woplp 




The story mo far 




Chapter 3 
Blown to Smithereens! 

FORTUNATELY Ray knew how to falL 
He had let himself go limp, and though 
badly bruised and shaken he had broken 

When he recovered from the daae, he 
couldn't understand why the gangsters were 
still sitting in the car instead of piling on lop 
or him and practising a Rugby scrum Then 
he noticed that he had a gun in his left hand, 
and that it was pointed at the car. 

His wild grab at the gun just before the car 
threw him like a bucking bronco must have 
been successful! The gangsters little knew 
tlmt be had no intention of shooting anyone 
if he could help it. 

He changed the gun to his right hand and 
climbed painfully to his feet. He decided thai 
he would have to shoot at the tyres and, if 
necessary, "wing" his assailants. 

He took aim at a hack wheel, and at that 
moment the Moms started with a jerk and 
drove off at speed. Only a second elapsed 
before he realised why; a long rakish car slid 
to a stop beside him, and a stocky, curly- 
headed figure jumped out and lifted him up. 
It was Dick Rawungs. 

-Yer want a lift ?" asked Dick. 

Til say 1 dof" answered Ray, drmbing in 
and sliding across to make room lor the 
driver. "You just turned up in Ike nick of 

The car swooshed off before Ray had 



"Didn't notice," admitted Ray, glancing 
along the sleek grey bonnet. 

"It's Doctor's three-and-'arf litre Jaguar," 
grunted Dick, with ill-concealed pride. 
"Fastest thing on the road. Do ninety-five 
easy. Or a bit more fcr me if ah need it, won't 
yer, mc lady? Catch 'cm!" He snorted again. 
"But yon feller can drive." 

The Morris twisted and turned, screaming 
round corners on two wheels, so that the 
Jaguar could never open out fully. Dick 
wouldn't abuse the car, especially as it wasn't 
his, but its speed and his skill began to 
icduce the gangster's lead. 

"How did you come on the scene?" en- 
quired Ray. "Did Jim and Ken sec you?" 

"Are they mixed up wi' same gang?" 
countered Dick. 

"Yes - / didn't involve them though.'" 

"Good. Them chaps is no playmates fcr 
lads." Dick pulled up hard at some traffic 
lights which the gangsters had ignored, and 
though Ray chafed at the delay, he saw the 
sense of it as a heavy lorry lumbered across 
their tracks. 

"Ken and 'is sister come fcr me earlier on," 
he continued, casing in the dutch as the lights 
changed, "with a wild tale about a wounded 
man Jim 'ad found in a coal-'i.lc. Ah went 
with 'em to get 'im out, but *e weren't there. 
Nah yer don't fool me!" Dick was now 
addressing the gangsters, who had turned left, 
id a block, and then cut back 
'Ah'vc seen yer!" The Jaguar 
g to the turn the Morris had 
finally taken. "Ah should' ve called it a cock- 
an'-bull yarn but fcr one thing." 

"What was that?" enquired Ray. Dick 



never took his eyes off the road, but fell with 
his left hand in his jacket pocket and passed 
Ray a sorbo ball. 

"hound it in coal-'ole. Jim 'ad said feller 
was gagged wi' a ball. Friend o' yours?" 

"Yes, he's 'one of us*," replied Ray, 
pocketing the ball. "1*11 keep this - may come 
in handy. Look out .'" 

The Morris had turned into a side-street, 
braked, and backed viciously out, trying to 



Dick didn't need Ray's warning yell. Given 
the choice of mounting the pavement and 
maybe damaging the Doctor's car, or swerv- 
ing down the street the gangsters had backed 
oui of and losing his lead, he chose the latter. 

Ray groaned, but Dick drove impertur- 
bably round toe block and was soon in pursuit 
again. 

"So Ah sent the young uns home, and went 
back ter me job," continued Dick as if nothing 
had tiajipencd. "Ah saw no more o' the kids, 
but Ah were just finishin'changin'a wheel on 
this beauty when a car roared past cod o' 
street wi* a chap on roof. Ah (han't know as 
it were you, but Ah recognised car by the 
sound o' th' engine. Morris 14, pinched at tea- 
time from station yard. Ah finished tightening 
wheel afore Ah followed -good tiling Ah did," 
he added as he pulled the big car round a hair- 
pin bend. 

Suddenly he pulled up, stuck his head out 
of the window, and listened. "They've 
stopped," he said quietly. "Keep yer eyes 
.■riinM-H an* yer gun handy." The car was on a 
slight rise, and Dick put her in neutral, re- 



by Chad Varab 

leased the brake, and lei her coast silently 
back to the bend. 

""Oo arc we chasing, anyway?" asked Dick, 
his eyes scanning the road in every direction. 

"A gang of crooks and traitors," answered 
Ray through his teeth, "pinching atomic 
secrets and selling them to the highest 
bidder. And double-crossing all sides. If 
they aren't slopped they'll get some nation 
so jittery that ii starts tossing H-bombs 
around." 

"Tut, tut," said Diet, who had got his 
M.M. in the war for walking calmly up to an 
enemy tank and sticking an adhesive bomb 
on its belly. "We can't 'ave that. Gimme the 
right answer to one question, and Ah'm in 
this with yer. But first, there's one on 'em 
peerin' round yon corner. We'd 've bin right 
slap on top of 'im if Ah hadn't backed." 

"I don't want to shoot if 1 can help it," said 
Ray, creeping out and taking cover behind 
the bonnet. "I don't want the police around. 
It's surprising to me we haven't had them 
after us already." 

"We may need "on afore we've finished," 
grunted Dick as the gangster vanished and 
Ray leapt hack into the car. "Ah dunno what 
yer think us two can do if we (At catch 'cm. 
unless yer changes yer mind about shoot in'." 

His keen car picked up the sound of the 
Morris cautiously starting up out of sight, 
and the Jaguar purred into motion. Dick 
streaked past the turn where the other car had 
lurked and look the next, answering Ray's 
unspoken enquiry with: 

"Happen they've laid a trap there spikes 
on road, or wire across it." 

"Well, what was the question?" asked Ray 
as the chase continued. 

"This - are you and yer pals working for 
England?" demanded Dick. 

"In a way. We're not working against 
England, anyway. I'd rather say we're work- 
ing for all mankind." 

Dick pulled up. 

"Ye're lalkin' like a communist," be said 
slowly. 

"TTien 1 must have put « badly. More of 
our chaps have got it in the neck on the other 
side of the Iron Curtain than on this side." 

"Ah'vc got it! You're some sort o' Secret 
Service for this 'ere Atlantic Fact! Workin' 
for all the civilised countries against the Red 
Peril an' the Ydlcr Peril an* . . ." 

His exuberant voice trailed into silence as 
Ray shook his head. 

"We're working for all mankind, as I said 
before," repeated Ray. "The one thing the 
ordinary people in all countries are longing 
far is peace. We're going to make it for them." 



The sturdy young Northerner handled her 
beautifully, and she responded like a live 
thing to the gem ie grip of his powerful bauds. 

"iriuik you can catch 'em?" asked Ray. 

Dick snorted. "Know what this ■&?" 




IV 



1 All 



"Ah see," said Dick with a sigh. * 
know why ye won't shoot at them scallywags. 
You're pacifists. Well, Ah can respect yer 
views, but — " 

"Afe"" interrupted Ray violently. "We're 
not pacifists - we're peace-moter*. We're 
going to make peace insist on it if we have 
to fight before we can do ii . " 

"Ah've 'card that one before." commented 
Dick drily. Twice." 

"This is different- You'll see! And if all 
goes well, there won't be any lighting. Some 
of the best brains in the world are — " 

Ray suddenly broke off, and shut his 
mouth like a trap. 

"I mustn't tell you any more," be said, 
"unless you deride to became one of us." 

"Wot, buy a pig in a poke?" jeered Diet. 
"Not me! We don't do that where Ah come 

"You will when you're ready," said Ray 
calmly. "Well, we've lost 'cm - they're miles 
away by now. Cant be helped. Thanks lor 
the buggy-ride." 

"Ah'm sorry Ah made ye miss 'cm, lad. Ah 
reckon you're doin' what ye believe is right, 
but when ye started on that claptrap about 
"all mankind" Ah had to be sure of ye before 
Ah went on 'dping ye." 

"Of course, Dick." Ray dapped him on the 
shoulder. "I understand. When you feel you 
can trust me, well be proud to have you. 
Where do we go from here?" 



e what son 6' trap they hud for 



runs into ft. Then ah 

tnun get back to garridge." 

He slaned Ihc car, turned her expertly, and 
pulled' up at the entrance to the side street 
where the gangster had peered round the 
comer. He got out, followed by Kay, and 
suddenly broke into a run. Ray came up to 
find him kneeling by ihe prone figure of a 
girl. 

She was lying unconscious in the middle 
of the road, hoi 1 units and K:j-- tightly bound. 
Dick took a knife from hit pocket and cut 
(he cords, his jaw jutting and his eyes glitter- 
ing. Then he picked her up as if she had been 
a baby, and carried her to the car without a 
word. Ray Opened the door and helped to lay 
her on the back scat. 

They got in the front, and then Dick spoke. 
'The devils!" he said quietly, but in such a 
way that you could almost feel sorry for them 
if ever he met them. 

"Who is she?" queried Ray, as Dick let in 



i lied 



till 



"Pru. They musi'vc nabbed her as she was 
going 'ome from my place. Mebbe they've 
still got Ken. D'ye realise that if Ah'd followed 
'em down that street we'd 'ave gone over her 
afore Ah could slop?" 

Ray nodded, soberly. 

"Now you see what we're up against," he 

"Aye. An' Ah don't care what you are, so 
long as you aren't a bolshie - if you're agin' 
them devils, Ah'm with ye." 

Ray's face lit up. 

"Then they'd better look out, now!" he 

"They 'ad an' all!" grinned Dick. 

"Where arc you taking her?" asked Ray, 
jerking his head towards the rear seat. 

'"Ere," said Dick, slopping the car outside 
a pleasant Georgian house. "'Ang on a 
minute." 

At the Doctor's 

As Dick went and rang repeatedly at one of 
the two bells, Ray craned his neck to read Ihe 
brass plate. "Dr. Briggs". it said. 

In a li n minutes the door was opened by a 
tall, stooping man in a dressing-gown. He 
seemed to know Dick, and iliey conferred in 
low voices. Then Dick returned to the car. 
and he and Ray carried Pro into the Doctor's 
consulting room. They waited anxiously 
whilst the poker-faced man bent over the girl. 

He straightened up again with a grunt that 
might have meant anything. 

"Will she be all right. Doctor?" asked Ray. 

"Urn." 

"Yell not get anything out of 7m," whis- 
pered Dick, loud enough for the Doctor to 
hear. "Them chaps never commits theirselves, 
then if patient dies they can reckon they knew 
all along." 

The Doctor looked at Dick over his spec- 
tacles. "Really?" he said. "And what about 
you, shaking your head over my old car and 
saying nothing, until you got mc so worried 



I went out and bought that Jaguaryou wanted 
to play with?" 

He turned to Ray. "Nothing much wrong 
except that she's been chloroformed. Get Iter 
to bed and let her sleep it oil'. I'll drop in and 
see her later - that's if Dick will be kind 
enough lo let mc borrow my car." he added 

"Aye. Ah think we can spare 'er after we've 
run this lass 'ome," said pick, winking 
solemnly at Ray. Then he jerked up his head, 
shouted "Come on, Ray !" and dashed out of 
the door before Ihc astonished Doctor could 
say a word. 

Secret Dungeon? 

As Ray followed him into the Jaguar and 
slammed the door he saw the Morris approach 
and then turn violently lo the right. Dick's 
keen ear had picked up the note of the engine 
whilst it was still a block away. He turned the 
long car as neatly as if it had been a London 
taxi, and ihcy swooped off in pursuit. 

"Bit o" luck, that!" chortled Dick."Wonder 
where they've been all this time?" 

"Wish I knew! They seem to be leaving 

"If they gel on a straight road, we'll catch 
"cm," stated Dick. "What does a Peacemaker 
do ihen? Take 'em back to a secret dungeon 
and torture tliem till they reveal that their 
boss is called The Spider and 'is Identity Card 
is numbered AXXN 1153?" 

"I'm not rising lo that one," smiled Ray. 
"You know we don't degrade ourselves by 
torturing people. I should think the simplest 
thing to do in this case would be lo hand them 
over to the police on a charge of .stealing the 
Morris. That'll put 'em out of the way for a 
bit. One of their big weaknesses is that they're 
always doing something criminal, if we can 
only find out what it is." 

"And are you never up against the law?" 
enquired Dick innocently. 

"Depends on whose law you're talking 
about." replied Ray, "The Resistance Move- 
ments in the occupied countries during the 
war were 'illegal', weren't they? A chap has to 
follow his conscience." 

"Aye, that's right,*" agreed Dick, serious 
for once. "But them chaps don't seem to 'ave 
one, anil there's many folks as 'as queer ones." 

A familiar sound came to their ears above 
the steady hum of (heir progress. Dick kepi 
his eyes on the road and on the car they were 
rapidly overtaking, bul Ray slewed round in 
his seat. 

"Police car!" he exclaimed. 

"'Bout time," grunted Dick. "Better let 'em 
take over." 

He eased his foot off the accelerator, and the 
Jaguar slowed lo less than a mile a minute. 
The police car raced past, its alarm sounding. 

"They're wide awake, them chaps," re- 
marked Dick approvingly, "Can't think why 
they didn't get on to us as we was chasm' 
round town - unless most of 'em was al 
Police Ball. Good job they've turned up - Ah 



doubt if Ah could've shoved yon Morris olf 
road without damagin" Doctor's car." 

The police car drew almost level with the 
Morris and prepared (o crowd it into the side. 
A daring cop was already standing on the 
running board, ready to leap at Ihe driver of 
the Morris if necessary, and Dick drew in his 
breath with a whistle of admiration. 

"Them chaps earns their pay." declared 
Dick. 

"And more!" agreed Ray. 

"Ah were at pitchers the other night, and a 
chap nexi to me cheered when policeman 
were shot in the iillum. When we got outside 
Ah sloshed "im. Any objection from Peacc- 

"I'd have done the same," said Ray. 

Just as the police car got alongside the flee- 
ing Morris, the two cars reached a crossroads, 
and the gangsters' driver swung crazily round 
to the left. The police car braked and got 
round too, even though it was on the outside 
curve. Both cars went into a skid. 




They'll both crash!" breathed Dick, 
pulling his foot down. 

But he was wrong. As the Morris recovered, 
spurts of flame spat from her, and the police 
car smashed into Ihe ditch. Dick and Ray 
couldn't see whether the shots had hit the 
driver or Ihc tyres or what. 

The Jaguar slid to a stop beside the wreck. 
All four policemen were out by the time they 
got there, and only the man who had been on 
the ouLside seemed to be injured. "'Op in," 
invited Dick, opening Ihe rear door behind 
him. Two of the policemen sprang in, leaving 



the third to stay with their injured comrade, 
and the Jaguar shot off to continue ihe 
pursuit. 

"Is he badly hurt?" enquired Ray. 

"I don't (hink so," replied one of the cops 
in the back. 

"Look!" exclaimed the other. "They've 
turned left again. Going back lo town. Know 
where they might be making for?" 

"We've an idea," said Ray. 

The Morris was now out of sight, and when 
the Jaguar came lo a fork, Dick slopped 
whilsl one of the policemen jumped out and 
looked lor tyre marks. 

"Can't be sure," he said, springing back, 
"but I think left." 

Dick drove the Jaguar towards town in a 
way that earned him a word of commenda- 
tion from the police driver behind him. The 
young Northerner flushed with pleasure, but 
said nothing. 

"You work at the Ace Garage, don't you?" 

"Aye. Name o' Dick Rawlings, This is my 
pal Ray. Ah hope everythink's all right al 
garridge. We've been chasing yon stolen 
Morris a bil now. Where was you all night?" 

"Phoney call the other side of town," 
answered the police driver gloomily. "Same 
gang, doubtless." 

The police seemed to have assumed that 
Ray worked at the garage too, and he 
breathed a sigh of relief. A good thing Dick 
had anticipated ihe inevitable question. 

As Ihey swept into the lown there was still 
no sign of the Morris, so Dick made straight 
for the bombed house with the cellar inio 
which Jim had fallen. As the Jaguar turned 
into ihe street they flashed past a youth who 
had just run out of a side-turning. 

"Isn't ihat Jim?" snapped Ray, craning his 

Before Dick could answer or even slow 
down, the Morris turned inio the street from 
the other end and sped towards them. Dick 
held his course until it was clear thai the 
gangsters would crash head-on rather than 
give way. 

Then he swerved al Ihe last moment on to 
the bomb-site on his left, coaxing the car 
anxiously round piles of debris in an effort 
to find a clear way back to the road. At 
length, wilh a broken bathtub in front and 
jagged bits of iron alt round, he stopped Ihc 
car, and they all got out. The Morris had just 
stopped in front of the gang's hideout as a 
boyish figure ran up to it. 

The two policemen charged forward, one 
of them tripping over what looked like an old 

Ray shouted "Jim!" and Dick yelled 
"Ken!"; then both of them, bait le-1 rained. 
fell flat on their faces as a terrific explosion 
shattered the night and a blinding sheet of 
flame spread from the crumpled Morris to 
the row of lotlcrirlg houses. 



To be eonttnued next week. 



CAPTAIN PUGWASH 





TRy IT rOURSElF 




SCHOOL 

FOR 

SPIES 




Another real-life Spy story by 
BERNARD NEWMAN 



HOW do you become a spy ? Quite a 
lot of boys seem interested in this 
question, to judge by the letters [ 
receive. One lad of 9 asked it' I 
could recommend a good spy school, and if 
it had its own junior or prep, school! 

Naturally, the War Office does mil adver- 
tise Tor its agents: '"Spies wanted, all sorts and 
sizes. Apply --" 

Nor would it be of much use if you your- 
self were to advertise: "Boy, aged 14, offers 
services as spy. Knows French up to the pen 
of the gardener's aunt. Very good with a cata- 
pult. Can ride a bicycle. Has studied Dick 
Barton. What oilers?" I can give you the 

However, I can tell you of two or three 
methods of entering the ranks of the secret 

You are called up for your military service 
in war-time, let us say. You speak German 
very well: not just matriculation standard. 
you have lived in Germany for some years. 
Your company officer soon notices that. 

Then one day your unit captures some 
prisoners. Your officer says, "Look, I want 
some information out of these fellows. 
quickly - can't wait for the Intelligence Corps. 
You get busy on them." 

So. when un Intelligence Officer comes 
along, he finds that you have carried out the 
preliminary interrogation very efficiently. He 
makes a mental note. 

Then, later, he gels you transferred to his 
staff. At first you question prisoners, or read 
captured German documents. But one day 
your officer says: "There is a big batch of 
prisoners coming into the cage. These 
Fritzes don't talk very freely. Now, here's a 
German uniform - get into it. Now I'll brief 



the prisoners belong. You learn the name of 
its officers, and simitar details. You are 
herded into the cage as if you were a German 
prisoner yourself. And men who refuse lo 
talk to a British officer will perhaps talk to 
one of themselves. 

Next comes a precarious job. You crawl 
out in front of our lines, lie hidden near a 
German post, and listen to the conversation 
of German sentries. You can pick up all 
kinds of details the morale and casualties 
in their unit, for example. Or you may get 
nothing and all the time lie under the fire 
of your own guns! 

One day a senior officer- sends for you. 
'The reports on you are very good", he says. 
"Your German is first-class, and your nerve 
is sound. Are you willing to have a go behind 
the lines?" 

He will not press you - only volunteers are 
of any real use in espionage. 

But if you agree, a suitable background 
will be arranged, and before long you will be 
dropped or infiltrated behind the German 
lines, a fully-fledged spy. 

Or maybe you are a business man who 
often goes abroad - a commercial traveller, 
for example. 

Some astute man in Military Intelligence 
gets to know about you. First he makes some 
careful enquiries, to prove that you are 
thoroughly British, have a flair for intrigue, 
and control of yourself. Then he will ap- 
proach you - apparently quite casually. 

"Keep Y<w Eyes Open!" 

"You're going to Cologne next week, aren't 
you? WelL look, we Wink that the 21st Divi- 
sion has been replaced by the GOth. Could you 
just keep your eyes open?" 

Thai's a fairly easy job, and you do it. On 
your next journey the officer suggests some- 
thing else. 

After a long trial on petty tasks, you may 
be asked to do something bigger. You have 
the advantage of a good ready-made cover. 
You continue to do your job as a com- 
mercial traveller, and do your spying in your 
spare lime, so to speak, 

A third method: you arc a naval, army, or 
air force officer, thoroughly trained, especially 
on the technical side. Your German is also 
very good, and you are a natural actor. If you 
are willing to volunteer for secret service 
work, you are sent to a spy school. That is not 




the military title of the establishment, but 
describes it very well. 

If a war is on, the course is short. In peace 
lime it is very thorough. When you pass out, 
you will not only be a trained spy yourself - 
you will be qualified to take charge of a group 
of sub-agents. 

You will learn a good deal about codes and 
secret inks - I shall write more about these in 
future articles. 

You will be able to drive any make of 
British or foreign car - and ride a horse as 
well. You will have made several parachute 
jumps, and in emergency could take charge 
of an aircraft. 

Your languages have been given special 
attention, and you know a lot about dialects. 
The thrillers seldom mention this point, but 
it is important. A foreign spy who knew only 
"Oxford" English, for cxampfe, might be 
completely foxed if he overheard a conversa- 
tion in really broad Lancashire! 

You are taught to act as an ordinary man. 
and to look ordinary. If you belong to the 
R.A.F. and favour "handle-bar" moustaches, 
off they come! 

You learn a lot about radio - and about 
detonators for sabotage purposes. You be- 
come an accomplished burglar, and can pick 
an ordinary lock with ease. 

Naturally, you must keep in lirst-class 
physical condition, and your nerve is con- 
stantly tested. 

At one Gernian spy-school the doctor 
would take the recruit out into the park 
surrounding the isolated building. Suddenly 
three or four men would run across the turf: 
a machine gun would open tiro, and the men 
would fall and lie still. The recruit might be 
horrified - perhaps this was his first sight of 
sudden death. Immediately the doctor would 
pounce upon him to test his pulse and heart. 
Then the "dead" men would get up and walk 
away - the episode was just a test of the spy- 

Al another school the would-be spy was 
dressed in a pneumatic suit, which was in- 
flated. Tlien he sat on a mechanical contri- 
vance which whirled his chair round and 
round. Suddenly his seal collapsed, and he 
was flung wide. 

Jump from a Train 

The pneumatic suit prevented him from 
suffering injury. He went through this lest 
day after day - until he did it without the 
special protective suit. It proved to be lirst- 
class training for jumping hum u muring car 

All the while you are having lectures on 
your own technical subject, whether it be guns 
or aircraft. As a relief, you learn quite a lot 
about disguise. 

In the thriller the spy is a "master of dis- 
guise". He comes into a room disguised as a 
Chinaman: the police are after him: a few 
rapid passes with greasepaint, some business 
with wigs and whiskers, and he goes out 
through the window disguised as a Russian, 
singing the Volga boat song and kicking the 
snow ofTtiis boots! 

If you think that you could get away with 
wigs, whiskers and greasepaint, just try them! 
I promise that you won't get very far! The 
local small hoys will notice you even before 
the police do. 

The best disguise of all is a character, \ ou 
are taught to live it, not to put it on. A hack- 
ground is worked out for you. and all your 
passports and other papers are beautifully 



forged. If your name is lo be Hans Schmidt, 
then you will use the name for weeks, so that 
you will get used to it. You know all about 
this Hans where he was born, details of his 
father, mother and friends. You know all 
about his work, too - and you will be pre- 
pared to do it, whatever it is! Thus, by a mass 
of details, you build up the character of Hans 
Schmidt, and it is your best protection. 

You may need some little changes in your 
appearance, in case you run into some old 
acquaintance. Ifyour hair is dyed, it will make 
a big difference to your appearance: and you 
are taught to keep it dyed to the same shade. 
For an emergency, even a detail like altering 
the parting of your hair can have its effect. 

You can appear to be about two inches 
shorter by practising a slouch. To pass an 
opponent who might recognise you. the shape 
of your face can be temporarily altered by 
stuffing slices of apple or potato under your 

Injecting Molten Wax 

If your '' character " demands more perm- 
anent alterations, there are many possitnliiics. 
There arc solutions to darken your skin, and 
others to bleach it. You can alter the shape of 
your nose by injecting molten wax under the 
skin, and then moulding it into shape. For 
goodness sake don't try this, for it is- very, 
very painful. If you ib> iry it, don't blame me 
when it hurts - as it will! 

You can imagine that after months or vears 
of this training you know a thing or two! You 
must study the politics or the country where 

you are going to work, and any local customs 

Idioms and slip-shod habits in speech are 
important - one foreign spy couldn't under- 
stand when sonic people talked about drink- 
ing "minerals" he thought that Ihe word 
meant things like coal and iron, while the 
people were actually talking about lemonade 
and ginger beer! 

In war-time, as I said, training is naturally 
much shorter. Often a spy is trained for one 
particular job say, reporting on the lay-out 
of factories in a munitions town. He must 
know the language, of course: he will be 
taught how to use a radio transmitter, and 
how to use some codes for his messages. 
These "short term" spies are seldom very 
successful. 

Immediately after the first World War I 
went to a Gernian spy school in Antwerp, 
and more recently to one in Hamhurg. Both 
were very interesting. The Antwerp school 
specialised in naval spies. In one room were 
models of battleships, cruisers, destroyers, 
and so on - and the spy-recruits had to iden- 
tify them by their outlines or silhouettes. 1 
saw some of Ihe students' examination 
papers, and 1 must say thai ihcy weren't veiy 
good. One man mistook a mine-layer for a 

I know that it must be very disappointing 
fin yuu to learn that a spy has to go lo school. 
Not very glamorous, I agree! 

interesting than compound fractions and 

I shall tell you about sonte of (he codes which 

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By MOORE RAYMOND 



The story so far 




«u a man. Now Lash intend* to mum in triumph, 
accompanied by Rawhide O'Reilly, his loyal *iockmun 
friend, and South, a boy whom they had rescued Irani 
(he erud owner or" a Sydney sideshow. 
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Chapter 3 

WHO'S The Hunchback?" snapped 
Lash as he surveyed Ihe scene or 
burglary and destruction. 

"Nobody knows," said a new voice behind 
them. They turned to see Sergeant Sliced, the 
mounted policeman whose job was 10 keep 
law and order in Yarrawarra and the sur- 
rounding territory. 

'This bushranger and his mob,'" went on 
the policeman, '"only Marled operations a Tew 
weeks ago. First of all they robbed the bank 
at Gaigun Crossing. Then they held up the 
hotel at the Thirty- Mile. They shot the land- 
lord through the shoulder and got away with 
a lot of dough. And now this job." 

McPhce the bank manager cried in distrac- 
ted tones: "Why aren't you chasing those 
dingoes instead of standing there talking 
about them?" 

"Have a heart, Mr. McPhee," put-in Lash. 
"Not even the best blacktrackcrs in Australia 
could follow Tin- Hunchback in this dust 

"And not tomorrow either," sighed Ser- 
geant Sneed. "If the storm stopped now, 
they'd leave tracks in the dust that a blind 
man could follow. But you can see it's going 
to keep up all night and cover the tracks or 
the bushrangers." 

"And," asked Rawhide O'Reilly, "where 
do you think this twisted bit o" bedevilled 
mankind and his mob have their hi dis- 
place?" 

"Nobody knows," sighed the policeman. 
"Somewhere up in the hills, we think. They 
do their jobs al night and ride off before any- 
one can follow. They just disappear. We've 
offered a reward to — " 

"Reward!" snorted the bank manager. 
"What I want is action!" 

"You're going to gel it," replied the ser- 
geant calmly. "But I hope you don't expect 
me to go straight out and capture a dozen 
armed bushrangers. Headquarters are send- 
ing out a troop of mounted police to help me 
hunt down The Hunchback and his mob." 

The sergeant turned to Lash and went on: 
"In the meantime we've ottered a reward of 
live hundred pounds to anyone who gives in- 
formation leading to The Hunchback's cap- 
ture. After tonight I should think the reward 
will be doubled." 

Rawhide cried, "Oh, I could jisi do with a 
thousand o' those little bits o' paper they call 

"I could do with one little bit of paper 
called a will," said Lash quietly as he walked 
off. 

"Then we'll both go after him, cobber. You 
go after the will and I'll go after the reward," 

"I'm goin' after him too!" piped a boyish 
voice. They chuckled as Squib slipped in 
between them. 

"Ain't he an ugiy-lookin' cove?" said the 




youngster with a shiver. "I don't mozzy why 
he don't wear a mask like the other bush- 

"Oh, me poor ignorant child!" cried Raw- 
hide. "Do you think there's a hundred Hunch- 
backs in these parts? What's the use a' 
wearing a mask on your face when you can't 
disguise your body?" 

"Aw, I savee." The boy turned to Lash and 
asked. "Where are we goin' to start look in" 
for him?" 

"I'll answer that question in the morning," 
replied the roughrider as he walked up the 
verandah steps and made for his bed. "That's 
a problem I'll have to sleep on. Goodnight. 

Gradually the sounds of excitement died 
away, and once more Yarrawarra lay asleep 
amid the drilling mist of dust. 



Lash was suddenly awake. Except for open- 
ing his eyes, he had not moved - but he 
was wide awake and alert. He saw it was still 
dark. The wind had dropped and the dust 



Then he became conscious ofa faint, warm 
touch on his lips. At once he recognised the 
aborigine's trick of waking a man without 
causing him to move or make an exclamation. 
Just .1 soft touch of a finger on the lips. 

"Missa Lash," whispered a voice in his ear. 

"Mopoke!" The roughrider's reply was 
hardly more lhan a sigh. 

Rawhide's stretcher creaked a few yards 
away. The big Irishman grunted in his sleep 
and turned over on the other side. Then 

After a time Lash felt the black's warm 
breath on his ear as the purring voice mur- 
mured: "Mopoke no wantem all-fella savee 
this fella longa here." Which meant: "I don't 
want everybody to know I'm here." Evidently 
the black was still scared of being arrested by 
the police for having stolen the horse on 
which he had ridden to warn the roughrider. 

Lash knew this was neither the time nor 
the place to assure Mopoke that his fears 
were groundless - so he simply waited and 



listened in the darkness. Mopoke whispered 
again. "Bushranger fella longa Opaltown." 

Lash started with surprise. With a supreme 
effort he restrained himself from gasping out, 
"Fair dinkum?" Instead, he wailed and 
listened in silence. 

"Mopoke fella longa Opaltown humpy. 
Plenty fella wakem up. Bushranger fella no 
see Mopoke. This fella makem tracks very 
quick. You catchem, eh, Missa Lonergan? 
Goodbye." 

Mopoke disappeared silently and swiftly 
into the darkness. 

Lash turned his head and looked out at the 
five brilliant stars of the Southern Cross, now 
low on the horizon. He knew that dawn was 
not far off. 

As he lay there he pictured in his mind the 
adventure of Mopoke . , . The dilapidated, 
decaying settlement of Opaltown. deserted by 
all men except the frightened, black fugitive 
sleeping in a tumbledown hut . . . The arrival 
of The Hunchback and his mob after the bank 
robbery . . Mopokcs flight to seek out Lash 
and tell him the news . . . 

Did the mysterious Mopoke already know 
that The Hunchback had stolen something 
belonging to Lash? Or did he tell the rough- 
rider about the bushrangers because he 
wanted him to get the reward? These were 
puzzles that only the aborigine himself could 
answer. 

"The main thing," thought Lash as he 
watched the first streaks of dawn above the 
mulga trees, "is that Mopoke saw The Hunch- 
back up In Opaltown." 

The night's adventure had not spoiled any 
appetites, and they breakfasted ravenously 
on steak and fried bananas. Meanwhile Lash 
thanked McPheeforhishospi tali ty and toldhim 
they would be leaving straight after the meal. 

"Where are you making for. Lash?" 

"Go longa walkabout," smiled the rough- 
rider, using a common aboriginal expression 
to disguise his real plans. 

The bank manager looked offended, so 
Lash added: "Oh, we're just going to have a 
look round, f might be able to find out where 
The Hunchback stores. his loot." 




"But where are you three going to live for 
the present till you take over Coolabah 
Creek again?" 

"Will you keep il secret?" asked Lash in 

"Of course I will, cobber." 

"Opaltown." 

McPhee started smiled - and exclaimed: 
"Good idea! And it's not Tar from Coolabah 
Creek, either. Now what about money? Of 
course I can lend you a bit tilt — " 

"Not a bob!" laughed the roughrider. 

"Speak for your aggravatin' self!" cried 
Rawhide O'Reilly. "Now I'd like you to lend 
mc the loan of—" 

"Not a zac!" cut in Lash. "Not a tray-bit! 
Not a penny! We're going to earn it. Do you 
realise, my hairy Irish friend, that there are 
several quids just wailing 10 fall into our 

"Eh? Where?" 

"If you'd washed the sleep out of your eyes 
this morning," grinned 1-ash. "you'd have seen 
the notices stuck up all over the place. Sports 
at Oonawidgee tomorrow. Buckjumping, 
cattle drafting, trick riding, and so on." 

"Where's Oonawidgee?" asked the inquisi- 
tive Squib. 

"It's a little place across the river. About 
twelve miles from here. Come on, kid, saddle 
up." 

They were soon on their way through the 
bush, making for Opaltown. Rawhide pro- 
duced his battered banjo and twanged it 
noisily as he sang: 

"Once a jolly swagman came to a billabong. 
Under the shade of a coolabah tree. 

And he sang as he watched and waited till 
his billy boiled. 
Who'll come a-walt/in" Matilda with 

Startled galahs and white cockatoos flew 
off screaming. Kangaroos and wallaroos 
thump-thumped away into the trees. Goannas 
scuttled into the dry yellow grass, and some- 
times a black snake or a death-adder glided 
across their path. * 

"You remind me," grinned Lash to Raw- 
hide, "of that cove in the old Greek stories. . . 
Orpheus, who used to charm animals and 
birds with his lute. Except you're in reverse!" 

Rawhide pretended not to hear, and went 
on singing: 

"Walt /in' Matilda, wallzin' Matilda. 
Who'll come a-waltzin' Matilda with me? 

And he sang as he watched and waited till 
his billy boiled. 
Who'll come a-walt/rn' Matilda with 



Lvsii decided the time had come to tell his 
companions about the other reason for 
his visit to Opaltown. He related his ex- 
perience with Mopoke that morning before 

It was a still and scorching afternoon by 
the time they reached the outskirts of Opal- 
town. All three dismounted in the scrub and 
tethered tlieir horses before approaching the 
settlement silently on foot. 
. Suddenly Opaltown lay before them. Il was 
a township in ruins. Its little wooden build- 
ings were rotting and collapsing from decay 
and the overgrowth of lawyer vines and wild 
ivy. Corrugated iron roofs were eaten away 
with rust, and tanks had crumbled and 



A bird shrieked in alarm, and a cloud of 
white cockatoos rose screaming and wheeling. 
Two goannas scuttled across the road, leaving 
streaky trails in the hot dust. 

Then came silence again . . . while the three 
investigators watched and listened for any 
sign or sound of human life. 

"If The Hunchback and his mob are here," 
muttered Rawhide, "they're the silentest lot 
o' bushrangers in the history o' the bush," 

Lash curbed the impatience of the Irishman 
for another twenty minutes of observation 
before making the next move. 

"Squib," he said, "you stay behind and 
look after the horses. Rawhide, you come 

"Aw, gee " began the disappointed boy. 



Bui Lash cut him short with a frown - which 
soon turned to a smile, accompanied by in- 
structions to follow when be heard ihe rough- 
rider's whistle. Lash and Rawhide walked 
softly and slowly down the road thai led 
through the tumbledown town. Their glances 
darted from side to side, watching for any 
sign of ambush. But all they saw wen: lizards 
basking in the blazing sun. 

Nearly all the buildings - houses, stores. 
pubs - were in such a stale of collapse thai 
they could see right inside them. Only one or 
two might possibly have concealed The 
Hunchback and his men - but it was most 
unlikely. 

Lash stopped and caught Rawhide's arm. 
"Somebody's had a fine. I can smell ashes." 

The other man sniffed hugely and replied 
poetically : "I can smell the odoriferous scent 
of ihe wattle blossoms borne on the breeze 

"Along here," said Ihe roughrider, striding 
towards the building that had once been Opal- 
town's only bank. More strongly built than 
the rest, it had suffered less dilapidation than 
the others. 

Lash bounded up the steps and put his 
shoulder to Ihe door. It swung open with a 
rusty squeal of protest. 

"Look!" cried Lash. "The strongboxes!" 

"Well, stone Ihe crows and stiffen the 
lizards'" gasped Rawhide over his com- 
panion's shoulder. "They're all busted open!" 

A dozen strongboxes were on the door. 
Battered and broken open with an axe, they 
lay among Ihe papers and documents strewn 
around Ihe room. In the middle was a heap 
of ashes as if The Hunchback had started to 
bum the documents but soon gave up. 

"Look for Uncle Peter's will," instructed 
Lash as he began a hurried search of the docu- 



I 'heir swill investigation v 
slower, more careful c 
that the will was not among these papers. 

"Then it's burnt !" exclaimed Lash savagely. 
"When 1 gel my hands on that — " 

"Easy now, cobber." cut in Rawhide genlly. 
"list quieten your fulminalin' and finnigalin' 
till you hear what I've discovered. All these 
strongboxes have got names on 'cm." 

"Well?" 

"Weil, me boy, there's not one of 'em got 
Ihe name o" your Uncle Peter." 

"Then there's still hope of finding it," 
grinned Lash. "The Hunchback might still 
have it. Or he might have dropped it on the 
way up hens. Or — " 

A sound made him break off and twirl on 
his heel. Framed in the bright doorway stood 
Dago Messiter. 

Lash reached for the coiled whip at bis belt. 
At the same moment Dago crooked his arm 
in readiness to flick the knife from his sleeve 
holster. Rawhide stood and gaped. 

Before any of the three could otake a move, 
the barrel of a rifle was thrust through the 
door. It was followed by Greasy Joe. 



"A whip and a couple of hairy fists can't 
fight a knife and a gun," said Dago in a 
smooth, oily tone. 

"What are you doing here?" snapped Lash, 
taking his hand off his whip. 

Dago, lowering his arm, replied : "Like you, 
I know there's a reward for the capture of 
The Hunchback. And, like you, I'm in- 
vestigating." 

He slid away from the door into a comer 
of the room, motioning Greasy Joe to follow. 
Lash and Rawhide backed into the other 

Lash said quietly : "You don't happen to be 
looking for a certain document, 1 suppose?" 

Hate burned in the eyes of Dago Messiter. 
He stepped forward into the middle of the 
room and muttered: "I've always wanted to 
give you a good hiding with my bate fists. 
Come and take ii ." 

"With the greatest of pleasure," smiled 
Lash as he moved towards his challenger, at 
the same time conscious that the whole scene 
was dominated by the gun in the hands of 
Greasy Joe. 

The Iwo men sparred for a lew moments . 
Lash saw as opening and flashed out his left 
fist. Dago, with clever anticipation, moved 
back just in time to avoid it. 

All in a moment. Dago Messiter froze to 
immobility and, staring over Lash's shoulder 
towards the door, cried in a choking voice: 
"The Hunchback !" 

Lash whirled about. The doorway was 

He knew he had been tricked even before ' 
he felt the agonising pain on the side of his 
knee, where Dago kicked him with his heavy 
boot. Hissing through his teeth. Lash fell to 
the floor. 

Rawhide, shouting an ugly name, leaped 
lo his friend's assistance. 

Greasy Joe jerked up the muzzle of the gun 
and squeezed the trigger, as a big, dark -green 
missile hurtled through the door. 

Wham ! The sound of the shot echoed down 
the dusty, deserted road and sent the cocka- 
toos wheeling and screaming in a startled 
cloud above the derelict Opaltown. 



Lt n behind to mind the three horses. Squib 
glumly retired into the scrub. He squatted 
in the shade of the gidyca tree to which 
Monarch, Skinny Liz, and Patch were 
tethered. 

For a while be listened intently for Lash's 
summoning whistle, but all he could hear was 
the far-off sound of cockatoos. 

Tired after the long ride, he became drowsy 
with the heat. He began to doze. 

he woke suddenly to seea huge bird moving 
through the trees about twenty yards away. 
As big ac Patch the pony, the brown emu went 
stalking by in dignified and deliberate fashion. 

Squib, who had never been so close to an 
emu before, got up quietly and followed it. 

Another emu was sitting in the grass. It 




saw Squib and croaked in alarm as it struggled 
to its feet. The other bird croaked a reply - 
and both went thumping off into the scrub. 

"I wonder . . ." muttered the boy as he 
walked over to the spot where the emu had 
been silting. 

He was right ! There was a wide, shallow 
nest with six huge eggs in it - six dark -green 
eggs so big that Squib had to use two hands 
to lift one from the nest. 

What a find! What a sight lo show Lash 
and Rawhide! 

Suddenly the boy wondered if Lash had 
whistled while he had been dozing. Maybe 
he'd better go and see. 

He lucked the egg under his arm. Quietly 
and cautiously he sneaked through the trees 
and down the dusty road through Opaltown. 

He thought Ik heard voices from some- 
where ahead. Then he heard them again, un- 
mistakably in argument - and one of them 
did not belong either lo Lash or to Rawhide. 

At the foot of the steps, he heard the oily 
tones of Dago Messiter - and then the 
challenge to fight. He reached the door in 
time to sec Dago's brutal kick at Lash's knee 
that sent the roughrider to the floor, followed 
by Rawhide's entry into the fray. 

Greasy Joe raised his gun. Squib hurled the 
emu egg with all his might al the ugly face. 

As the huge egg smashed against Greasy 
Joe's forehead, the stockman staggered back 
and his gun went oaf. The bullet flew harm- 
lessly through the roof. 

While the yolk streamed down his face. 
Greasy Joe frantically worked the rifle to 
bring another bullet into the magazine. 

But Rawhide hurled himself on the stock- 
man and brought him crashing lo Ihe floor. 

All this happened so swiftly that Dago 



Messiter slood immobile with surprise. Then 
he moved with the speed of a striking snake. 

His right arm flashed wide, flicking the 
knife from the sleeve holster into his hand. 
Staring down at Rawhide's unprotected back, 
he raised the knife. 

Lash, fighting against the agony of his in- 
jured knee, rolled over and snatched at the 
handle of his whip. Ihe writhing thong leaped 
at Dago's wrist, encircled it, and jerked it 
violently downwards. 

"Ah-h-h !" yelled Dago in pain, as the knife 
flew oul of his hand and clattered on the floor. 

In a flash. Rawhide was on his feet with the 
captured rifle in his hands. 

"Dingoes!" yelled the Irishman, covering 
both Dago and Greasy Joe. Then he hooted 
with laughter at the sight of Joe, half-blinded 
by the yolk he was trying to wipe from his 
face, "Ha-ha-ha! I loo-hoo-tioo! Joe's got the 
yeller jaundice!" 

Lash struggled to mis feet and limped over 
to the door, where Squib was standing, still 
half-dazed by Ihe astonishing results that 
followed ibe throwing of the emu egg. 

"Boozer shot, cobber!" grunted Lash, 
patting the boy's shoulder. Those few brusque 
words, spoken in a heartfelt tone, meant more 
to Squib than a whole speech of praise. 

Lash turned to Dago and Greasy Joe. 
"Now get. And don't bother to pick flowers 
on the way. The irishman will accompany 
you to your horses and wave you good- 
Rawhide waved the rifle towards the door 
and the two stockmen silently obeyed. 

"Squib," said Lash to the boy, "go and 
get Ihe horses. 1 can't walk much with this 
gammy knee." 

Following Ihe others, Lash limped oul on 
to the verandah. 

Smiling malevolently over his shoulder. 
Dago Messiter said, "We'll meet again soon, 
Lonergan." 

"Very soon. Maybe even tomorrow." Lash 
chuckled and added: "Remember how you 
said a whip was no good against a knife and 
a gun. Well, now you savee thai the besl 
weapon of all is a well-aimed emu egg!" 

Fifteen minutes later the reunited trio went 
riding back along the road through Opaltown. 

"Too dangerous to stay right here in Ihe 
place," Lash told them, "now thai Dago and 
company know we've been fossicking around. 
There's a big waterhole about a mile to the 
north. That's where we'll unroll our nap." 

"Now will you tell me," said Rawhide as 
they turned off Ihe road into the scrub, "why 
thai dingo lucked you on the knee? It's a 
queer assault for sich a man." 

"Aren't you forgetting that we're going to 
Oonawidgce tomorrow?" 

"For the sports!" exclaimed the Irishman. 
"And o' course that son-of-a-snake will be 
there with his mob lo compete in the bocfc- 
jumpin'. And if your leg's crook, he'll win it-" 



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