WELL, LET'S HAVE
IT, DAN -ONLY IT
HAD BETTER BE
BACK ON THE EARTH, SIR HULBERT
GUEST, CONTROLLER OF THE
SPACE FLEET, AND DAN DARE ,
CHIEF PILOT, ARE FLYING IN A
WELICAR TO AN EMERGENCY
YOU MEAN >
WHAT MADE THE
SHIPS BLOW J
js. UP?^ A
EAGLE - THE MEW jJ A MATIOMAL STRIP CARTOOM WEEKLY
PILOT OF THE FUTURE
the remote wastes of space drifts the wreck
OF7VJE WNGFISHER BLOWN APART IN THE LATEST
ATTEMPT TO REACH VENUS, THE MYSTERY PLANET.
' RIGHT- KINGFISHER
WAS POWERED WITH
IMPULSE WAVE ENGINES
the IMPULSE WAVES ARE BROADCAST INTO SPACE FROM
STATIONS ON THE EARTH, MOON AND MARS, PICKED UP 8V
THE SHIPS AND STORED IN IMPULSE CYLINDERS LIKE A
BATTERY STORES ELECTRICITY. THEN THE WAVES ARE
FED TO THE ENGINES AS REQUIRED — IT SAVES
CARRYING TONS OF FUEL RIGHT ?
YES DAN AMD
CAT, WHAT'S THE
POINT OF THIS
OP THE OLD ROCKET
SHIPS, CARRYING ITS
OWN FUEL. AND WITHOUT
ANV IMPULSE WAVE
MECHANISM I'LL BET
TEN TO ONE IT GETS,
YES- A SHIELD — SOME A
KIND OF RAY WHICH IS
HOSTILE TO OUR IMPULSE
YES, BY GEORGE,/
HAPPEN TO 'KINGFISHER
rCAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT ™
WOULD HAPPEN WHEN A SHIP
HIT THE BAYFIELD CARRY ING A
HUGE LOAD OF IMPULSE
kMYAYES IN ITS CYLINDERS ? >
I O’! I
' CHANCE ANv WAY,
AND ANY CHANCE
. IS WORTH TRYING -
•Y WE'LL DO IT
\ DAN I .A
AND SO, AT BREAKNECK- SPEED, PLANS ARE
RUSHED AHEAD FOR A NEW ATTEMPT TO
REACH VENUS, USING ROOCET SHIPS TO GO
THROUGH THE DANGER ZONE
STOP YOU?- NO, DAN, I'M NOT
GOING TO STOP YOU. I CUT MV
TEETH ON ROCKET SHIPS BEFORE
YOU WERE BORN — l'M COMING .
BUT WE'LL \ RIGHT SIR -AND I
BUILD NEW AFTER THAT BRAIN
ROCKET SHIPS/ STORM I DONT
FOR THE / THINK YOU CAN
v. JOBLaT STOP ME GOING
fena OSS* ON THE NEXT
HI TRIP TO VENUS/
WE'LL TAKE A
DO 'EM GOOD/ TIME
BE CAREFUL, DAN-
WELL, THERE'S THE FIRST
ONE , SIR HUBERT — THREE
MONTHS FROM DRAWING
BOARD TO FINISHED SHIP
Sc YOU'VE HALF KILLED THE
SHE'S HAD NO
THEY DID SOME WORK./ FIND OUT SIR,— LETS
\ WHAT D'you THINK / TAKE HER UP. I
\ OF HER DAN ? /
7Ue AeUiesttusbe* P.C.49
WHILE P.C. 49
JOAN IS AT
PLOT AGAMST ttfE
by Chad Varah
The secret of the cellar
F OR a moment Dick and Ray lay
stunned. Then, as the two policemen
rushed forward, they staggered to
their feet, and Dick grabbed the fire-
extinguisher from the undamaged Jaguar.
Ray snatched it from him, yelling, "Go get
the lire brigade!" and ran as fast as lie could
across the rubbish-liaered ground towards
the blazing wreck.
“Two of ours, if they had Ken in the car,
and three or four of theus." groaned Ray, as
he leapt over a pile of rubble and reached the
road “How long will it be before we put a
slop to it all?"
One of the policemen had managed to get
the extinguisher from the wrecked car. burn-
ing his hands in the process, and he and Ray
tackled the blaze from opposite sides whilst
the other policeman tried to pull the bodies
clear. Ray kept his eyes on the job: he would
look lor Jim and Ken when the fire was out.
"Your pal gone for the fire-engine?”
shouted the cop who was holding the hot
extinguisher firmly in his blistered hands.
"Yes. We may get this under, but we can’t
save the houses."
"They don’t matter they're due for demo-
lition anyway,” called the policeman.
Ray didn't answer. The gangsters had gone
to such lengths to keep people away from
their hide-out that he fell certain there was
something important there. He didn’t want
whatever it was to be destroyed by die fire.
It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps the
house with the cellar wasn’t empty alter all.
his friend the atomic scientist might have
been moved from the cellar to the house itself.
Ixaving the two policemen to their grisly
task amongst the charred and smoking
wreckage of the car, he sprang at the door
of the house, wrenched at the knob, and
plunged through into the smoke-filled passage
Strangely enough, the fire in this house had
started in the upper storey, but it was rapidly
spreading downwards. Rav shouted, "Ted,
led!" but there was no response, and he
lapsed into a fit of coughing.
He dropped to his knees and pressed his
cheek against the floor, gratefully breathing
the clean current of air he knew he would find
there. Then he began to climb the stairs on
hands and knees, keeping his head low and
banging it on each step.
As he reached the lop. showers of plaster
fell on him from the ceiling.
He went to each room in turn, beginning
at the back of the house, but found no one.
A blazing beam came crashing down from the
roof, accompanied by a hail of broken tiles
and more plaster. The beam just missed him,
and he managed to push it aside with his foot
and edge past it. He reached the front room
and then a whole tangled mass of burning
limber fell into the well of the stairs and
blocked his retreat.
H i could hear regular heavy thuds front
below, and knew that the policemen
would search the rest of the downstairs
rooms. He shut the door against the flames,
and made his way to the window. The ceiling
of the room was already beginning to bulge.
The explosion had loosened the boards
with which the window-opening had been
nailed up, but they had been put on from the
inside, and it was difficult to tear them aw;*v.
He had made an opening big enough to get
his head and shoulders through when the
ceiling came down with a crash. At the same
moment he heard the sweetest music that had
ever fallen upon his ears - the clanging of the
bell on the fire-engine.
He leaned out of the window, gulping in
deep breaths of the clean air of early dawn,
and kicking backwards like a mule to try to
keep the burning debris from him. The fire-
engine screeched to a stop below the window,
and a fireman was running nimbly up a
ladder while it was still being extended to-
wards the window. He felt himself dragged
out by strong and skilful hands and a few
seconds later he was lying on the road.
He turned his head towards the house he
had left. Hoses were already playing on it
with a great hissing and spluttering. The fire-
men would probably save tl<e ground floor, or
part of it. Then lie looked along the street
and sal up with a jerk. The manhole cover was
lifted up, and out of the hole popped a tousled
head It was Jim.
Two men ran forward and pulled the boy
out. He came running to Ray, who stood up
shakily and put his arms round him.
“I thought you were dead. Jimmy," he said
“Now you know what it feels like," mum-
bled Jim, sniffing back a few tears. “For two
years I thought you were dead. It was awful. "
He wiped his nose on the back of his hand,
and his lip trembled.
“I'm sorry, old chap," said Ray. "I ought to
have told you. I didn't realise it would hit you
so hard when I let it be thought I was dead "
Jim turned away.
"If it was bad for me, what do you think it
was like for Aunt Em? It broke her heart
when you were reported dead, Ray. It was
that that killed her. How could you let her die
without knowing? I don't care how im-
"I didn't,” said Ray quietly "She knew all
the time. Thai’s why she wouldn't agree to a
Memorial Service for me. And it wasn't a
broken heart my mother died of. It was
cancer. That’s another devilish thing our
chaps are going to beat perhaps before
we've beaten war."
Jim goggled at him.
"You mean Aunt Em knew' She hid it
jolly well. Mind you. everybody said she was
wonderfully calm, but we never suspected
that you . Did she tell my Mum?"
"Not until site was dying herself "
Jim still looked troubled
"All the same," he muttered, "she had the
right to sec you when she was so ill. It wasn't
"I saw her whenever I was in England."
interrupted Ray, "and I was with her an hour
before she died."
"What was she wearing?"
"I saw her that day. loo. What was site
"Oh!" Ray's eyes narrowed. “So you’re
testing me, are you? I thought you said you
Jim stuck out his lip obstinately and kicked
ai the ground, hanging his head.
A man in a tweed suit and grubby mac
came up and touched him on the shoulder.
“I want a word with you. sonny," he said,
"I’m a police officer. I have reason to believe
that you know something about this explo-
sion. Would you care to tell me .about
"Arc you arresting me?” asked Jim fear-
"Not at the moment. You're not bound to
make any statement, but
“I'd rather not say anything, then."
"In that case. I must ask you to come along
with me to the Police Station."
"All right,” whispered Jim.
M ay I sav a word, officer?" asked Ray
“I’m sure you haven't done anything
wrong. Jim. and if you know anything about
the explosion I think you should Idl the
"You do, do you!" Jim still wouldn't look
“You remember what your Aunt Em said
to you the day she died?"
Jim jerked his head up. and his eyes
searched his cousin’s face.
"Yes," he said. "/ remember. "
"She said, 'Be a good lad, Jim, and do your
duty however hard it may be; then you’ll have
nothing to fear'. Site was wearing the bed-
jacket your mother lent her."
The trouble faded from Jim’s face, and be
returned Ray's smile. Then he turned to the
plain clothes man.
"I’ll tell you. sir," he said. "I was sleeping
at Ken's house, and he was downstairs on the
settee or so I thought I woke up in the night
and went down to find Ken, but he wasn't
there, and there was a suitcase where he
should have been. It was ticking, and there
was a loop of wire hanging out of it, and I
thought it was a time-bomb."
"Had you any reason to think anyone
would want to blow that house up?”
Jim was conscious without looking at him
that Ray was hanging on his reply.
"I never imagined anyone could be so
wicked as to kill innocent people like that.”
he said truthfully. “Anyway. I thought it was
a bomb, and it seems I was right. I picked it
up and ran out of the house, meaning to
dump it over there" (he pointed to the middle
of the bomb-site) “where it would do no
harm. But I ran into a policeman — ”
“We know about that," put in the officer.
"Why didn’t you let him deal with it?"
"I told him what it was!”
"But you didn't mean him to believe you,
“No, sir," admitted Jim. “Well, it wasn't a
very nice thing to wish on anyone, was it?”
"It was his duty to 'hold the baby’, not
"Well, I thought it was mine, as I'd found
it, so I ran away."
Ray and the policeman exchanged glances.
"I don't know whether you deserve a
medal or a good hiding, young feller-mc-lad,"
said the officer. “But where did you get to
after he chased you?”
"I tripped up and knocked myself out,”
answered Jim, rubbing his head ruefully. “I
don't know how long I lay there, but when I
came round the thing was ticking in my car. I
wasn't half scared. I can tell you.”
“So would I have been!” said Ray.
“So I grabbed it again, and ran on. and was
just going to cross the road there” (he pointed
at the place) "when a grey car nearly knocked
me down. Again I was going to cross, when
another car came the opposite way and tried
to ram the first. It stopped where it is now
or what’s left of it and a man with a gun
"How many men were in the car T’ snapped
"Three, I think. I'm not sure."
"No one you knew?” asked Ray. He spoke
casually, but slowly and distinctly.
Jim shook his head, and Ray let out his
"The man saw me and I thought he was
going to shoot. I dropped the suitcase and
lified that manhole cover and got down the
hole. I'd just put the cover back when there
was a terrific explosion, and the whole place
shook. I fell right down into the cellar, and as
I heard a sound like - like flames, and smelt
burning, 1 stayed where I was. There was a
door at the top of the cellar steps, but it was
"Still?" queried the policeman.
"The explosion hadn't bast it open," ex-
plained Jim hurriedly. “Then when every-
thing seemed safe I'd heard the fire-engine
I came out. and here I am."
"So I see,” commented the detective drily.
"Well, you've had a lucky escape, young man.
I shall want to ask you a lot more questions
yet, but you ought to be in bed after the night
you’ve had. If I let Rawlings take you home,
will you promise me not to try to avoid me?”
Neither Ray nor Jim had noticed Dick,
leaning patiently against the Jaguar, and
brooding mournfully over the wreck of the
Morris. As the detective called Dick over,
Jim murmured to Ray: “Inc- way ins-bay”.
The detective turned.
"What did you say?" he asked.
“I want to stay,” said Jim.
“Nay, lad. ye're cornin' wi’ me," stated
Dick. “Ye don't want yer Ma worried, now
As Jim climbed into the Jaguar. Ray called
“You won’t be needing me for a bit, will
Dick took the hint.
“No. Get yerself suminat t eat, then ye can
come round an’ finish yon decarbonisin' job.”
The Jaguar drove off.
“I'll see you and Rawlings together, later,”
said the plain clothes man. “Meanwhile,
thanks for picking up our chaps.”
"How's the one that was injured?' asked
“He’ll be all right. All in a night's work.
Spunky kid, that youngster. You know him,
“He happens to be my cousin.”
"H’m! Strange coincidence."
"Yes, isn’t it?”
The policeman wandered off to give some
instructions about the corpses. Other police-
men were turning away rubber-necks who
had been attracted to the scene even at that
early hour of the morning. Firemen were
clambering over the ruins of the houses,
previously damaged by German bombs,
chopping out smouldering timber with
their hatchets and searching amongst the
R ay strolled nonchalantly towards the man-
hole. The cover was still off. Waiting his
'opportunity, he slid unobserved down the
chute, and scrambled as quietly as he could
down the heap of coal and into the further
"Ine-way ins-bay." Jim had said. Well, here
were the wine-bins. What had the boy dis-
covered whilst he waited here after the
explosion? He'd got plenty of grit, to go
prowling around with the house burning
above him, anyway!
The bins were actually stone shelves or
compartments built against the wall. There
were an upper and a lower row. eight in all.
each about a cubic yard in size. As Ray
flicked on his lighter he coukl see the one in
which his friend Ted, the atomic scientist.
had been stuffed, for the dust in it and near it
had been scuffled.
He knelt down and peered into the bin.
There seemed to be some smudges on the
left-hand side. He squatted in the bin and
scrutinised them closely. The marks were very
indistinct if Ted had been tied up he may
have had to make them with his nose (and
Ray’s own nose twitched in sympathy as he
saw the roughness of the surfacc).
Ted had left a message!
Ray held the little flame of his lighter as
close as he could, and with difficulty made out
the badly-formed letters. The message said:
THE LORG IS I OF THEM NO MA El
What on earth could it mean? “LORG”
must be a mistake for "LORD”, but if ‘'1"
was short for “ONE”, it didn’t make sense.
Ted would never suggest (hat the Lord was
on the side of that gang of crooks they were
working against! Unless he meant some
person who had the title “Lord"? And who-
ever was “NO MA El”? Sounded Chinese.
Must be some sort of a code, decided Ray.
He was in no slate to cope with such puzzles,
so he memorised the message carefully and
prepared to leave the cellar.
Then something occurred to him. That mes-
sage couldn't have been the thing the gang-
sters were so anxious to hide! If they’d found
it they would have rubbed it off'! There must
be something else.
The gangsters had been prepared to kill
everyone who might possibly know that they
were asing this cellar. They had shot at Jim
and tried lo kill him with a knife. They had
tried to blow him up, and anyone he might
have spoken lo. with a time-bomb. They had
chloroformed Pru and put her where she
would undoubtedly have been run over and
killed but for Dick’s acuteness. Heaven knew
what they had done to Ken. As for himself,
they had tried at the risk of their own lives
to ram the Jaguar in which he and Dick were
chasing them, and they’d done everything in
their power to throw off pursuit before return-
ing to this cellar.
All because of a message they could have
rubbed off in two ticks? Not likely !
He would have to go and ask Jim what it
was that he had found. He hoped he could
get to Jim’s house without being stopped.
He sat for a moment on the nearest shelf.
Il gave a liulc.
His heart bounding, he leapt off, and
pressed on it hard with his hands. Again it
moved, and as the front of the heavy flag
went down, the back went up by an equal
amount. It was pivoted in the middle!
Quickly he tried the other shelves. None of
them budged an inch.
He returned to the one that moved. It took
him some time to realise what was the point
of it. Then, squatting on his haunches and
pulling-at the slab whilst feeling the back wall
of the bin with his other hand, he found the
The flagstone which formed the back of the
bin was also pivoted, but wouldn't move
unless the other was first swung clear of the
top of il. After a struggle he managed to pull
the vertical flag into a horizontal position.
Lying flat on his stomach he illuminated the
opening with his lighter.
At the back of the cavity was a strong
wooden box, so wide that it was obvious il
would only just go through the opening. He
tried to get his fingers underneath it. but it
was as heavy as lead.
Lead? He knew one important use of lead!
He felt as certain as if he'd seen inside it that
this was a box lined with lead and containing
some radioactive or fissionable maicrialt By
jove, they'd be coming back lor this all right !
Not the ones who’d been in the car, he
thought grimly, but others of the gang. Well,
they wouldn't find it here.
He crawled forward and thrust his arm
into the cavity, trying to get a grip on ihe
back of the box. He heaved and tugged in
the effort to move it, but in vain. In the course
of his struggle he arched his back : and before
he knew what was happening the stone
swung into place again and trapped his arm.
The pain was agonising, and he let out an
involuntary yell. Then, realising that he was
jammed in such a position that he couldn't
release himself, he yelled on purpose.
The only answer he got was the muffled
clanging of a bell as the fire-engine drove
away. Not so long ago that same sound had
seemed to him like sweet music. Now it was
more like a knell. He was trapped!
(To be continued next week)
CRICKET COACH I NIG by LEARIE CONSTANTINE
THE UNKNOWN RIVER
A number of wealthy and patriotic English-
men founded the Royal Society in the year
1780. The purpose of the Society was to
explore the unknown interior of Africa.
In 1792, the Society heard strange stories
of a great river that flowed through the heart
of West Africa. They named this legendary
river the Niger and decided to find someone
prepared to discover if it actually existed.
The volunteer chosen by the Society was
24-year-old Mungo Park, a tall and hand-
some Scottish doctor.
Park began his quest on 3 December. 1795.
Alone he walked inland from the West Coast.
His outward journey took seven months
and he tramped 750 miles across deserts,
swamps and fever-choked rivers. He was
robbed of everything except the ragged
clothes he wore, was taken prisoner by Arab
slave-traders, escaped, and nearly died of
hunger and thirst. But he found the river in
July. 17%. trudged along its banks for
another 300 miles, then turned round and
struggled back to the coast.
Ten years later. Park again landed in West
Africa. Now his mission was to reach the
Niger, sail down it (a voyage of 1,500 miles)
and discover where the great river entered the
sea. This time Park had an escort of three
Englishmen and thirty-five British soldiers.
Park and four others reached the Niger in
August. The rest of the men had died of fever
on the way. They procured a 40-foot canoe,
named it H.M.S. Jolliha, and gallantly sailed
off down the river. Before embarking they
sent back a letter to the coast.
That was the last ever heard of Mungo
Park. He and his companions vanished. It is
known that they covered 500 miles, and were
then probably attacked and killed.
But only the mighty Niger River knows the
fate of Mungo Park, the Scottish explorer.
SET H AND SHORTY - COWBOYS
told of a
WE LL CALL AT OLI
KNOWS ALL WHATS -
BLACK TAKE AND HIS GANG
HEW TURNED UP
THEY BEEN SEEN IN
I THE'BLUE DUCK'
/ COME ON
■ ET'S LOOK IN
AIR-LINER IN THE
L w ooo
KEY TO NUMBERS
I. Retractable aerial. 2. Captain. 3. first officer. 4. Radio operator. 5. flight engineer.
6. Navigator. 7. Crew door. 8. Mail. 9. Kitchen. 10. Nose landing wheels (retracted).
II. forward baggage hold. 12. “Rcdux” adhesive used to cement metal to metal on
fuselage. 13. forward passenger compartment. 14. Double skin for temperature and
sound insulation for high living. IS, Aft passenger compartment. 16. Ladies' dressing
room and toilet. 17. Gentlemen's dressing room and toilet. 18. Wardrobe room.
19. Passenger's entrance door. 20. Aft baggage hold. De llaviland “GHOST” Gas
Turbine Lngine. 21. Air inlets. 22. Centrifugal air compressor. 23. Combustion
chambers. 24. Turbine wheel driving air compressor. 25. Jet pipe. 26. Jet orifice,
5,000 lb. static thrust.
S K I P P V
BY DANET, DUBRISAY, GENESTRE
AN ANDRE SARRUT
OUTWITTED, By JOVE /
HE'S MISSED THE '
I VE HAD IT /
AND NOW FOR A QUIET
SNACK. NOTHING TO
DO BUT WAIT.
where's HE GOT
TO? I CAN'T SEE
HE'S ROARING X
MY GUN, MY GUN
— WHERE THE
DEUCE IS IT ?
ow/Tv - * ,
IT'S THERE /
AND ABOUT A
HEROES OF THE CLOUDS
HERE ISA VIEW OFTOE'PMANTOM OUT ON THE AIR-
FIELD JUST BEFORE TAKING ON FUEL. NOTICE THE
Swept- back wings and tail surfaces and the
STREAMLINED LONG-RANGE FUEL TANKS ON THE WING
-TIPS. THEMAIN TANKS BEHIND THE COCKPIT ARE
CURVED TO S'T SADDLE- FASHION OVER THE ENGINE.
SHE LIVES UP TO OURN|
(PECTATIONS, DICK, WE'
IILL LEAD THE WORLD I
I THE DESIGN OF JET A
SOPELLED FIGHTE K^
I'M SQNLDR DICK NICHOLSON\
YOU HAVE ALREAOV MET DAO |
WHO HAS DESCRIBED THE EARLv|
BALLOON FLIGHTS. THIS WEEK, 1
|'M GIVING YOU A PREVIEW OF
THE LATEST JET-FIGHTER |
WHICH l'M ABOUT To TAK l^
UP ON A TEST FLIGHT fOfy^'
THE FIRSTTIME. ..HER^r A
SHE IS / V
LAST MINUTE CHAT WITH THE DESIGNED
OICKHAS - - - .
AFTER MONTHS OF WORK. ANO TAX Y I N G TRIALS WE
'PHANTOM' IS TOWED OUT FOR ITS FIRST FLIGHT
I THE COCKPfrOF THE
JZcastr on, CckU j /’'-
THE 'PHANTOM' IS
EQUIPPED WITH THE^
SEAT WHICH WIU. SHOOT
DICK OUT OFTOf j
COCKPIT I N TH E CASE S
OF AN FMFR6ENCY / 1
^EVERYTHING IS ^1
HER UP TO T-.OOO
GHT BOMBING. IN THIS ROLE THE FOUR CANNON IN THE WINGS CAN BE REMOVED
LIED ON RACKS INSTEAD. WHILE STILL LEAVING SUFFICIENT ARMAMENT TO ALLOW
£ OF HERSELF. WERE SHE IS fcEING FUELLED. TOP RIGHT IS TOE CRASH TENDER
TOE TRACTOR USED FOR TOWING TOE 'PHANTOM ‘MAKES ITS WAV BACK TO TOE HANG AR
DISCOVERING THE COUNTRYSI
y I COULD WATCH THEM ALL \
DAV-THByfee FASCINATING BIROS
AND THEVfee NOTATALL FRIGHTENED
OP HUMAN BEINGS MANY OF THEM
WILL BE SITTING- ON THEIR EGGS
, NOW AND THE OTHERS STANDING- J
\. ARE ON GUARD OUTSIDE
GOSH, JUST LOOK Y.
VT ALL THOSE PUFFINS,
MR DVKE WHAT A
GRAND SIGHT. jk
RE THEy^^VES.THey ARE, ANN -
URROWS?/ MANY OF THEM RABBIT
s' BURROWS. A FEW WEEKS
7 — AGO WHEN THE PUFFINS
' FIRST ARRIVED HERE FOR THE
BREEDING SEASON, THE POOR
RABBITS W6RE HOUNDED OUT OF
THEIR HOMES. THOSE PUFFINS WHO
DIDNT MANAGE TO TURN OUT A
L RABBIT MADE A BURROW FOR
1 ^^. THEMSELVES.
PUFFINS SPEND THE WINTER ^
AROUT AT SEA, RIDING- THE WAVES
N LARGE B ATCH6S. THGV RETURN
TO THEIR. NESTING PLACES IN LATE
MARCH OR EARLV APRIL. ONE EGG
IS LAID IN EACH BURROW ^
AFTER HATCHING, THE CHICK STAYS IN
THE DARKNESS OF THE RORROW AND EATS
AN ENORMOUS AMOONTOF SMALL FISH
CARRIED IN BV THE PARENTS . NEATLY
ARRANGED HEADS TO TAILS. AFTER A
FORTNIGHT OR SO TOE PARENTS LOSE
INTEREST AND THE CHICIi'ff L£FT IN THE
Burrow until itcan get our and
AND EDITOR'S PAGE
5 May 1950
The Editor's Office
43 Shoe Lame, London, EC4
W E have now got the names of the
hundred members whose appli-
cations for membership of the
eagle club were opened firet
on April 19th. Twenty-live of them - those
living in the Midlands are being taken, you
remember, to Silverstone Grand Prix Races
on May 13th. We have got
seats for them near the pits
and they are going to be
introduced to the Italian
team of drivers wlio are
competing there Here are
the names of the lucky
Rita Beyer, Ferry Rd., New Marston. Oxford.
Ronnie Bette ridge, Moira, nr.Burton-on-7 rent
John Pitts, Radford. Coventry.
John Lancaster, Clinton Lane. Kenilworth.
John Michael Nugent, Byron Square,
Henry Howard Boycott, L iverpool Road,
David Kemp, Bcfn Coed. Merthyr Tydfil.
Jack Carter, Old Whittington, Chesterfield.
Robert Johnstone. Reed, Royston.
John Grimmer, St. Georges Rd. Gt. Yarmouth
John Newton. Catherine Street, Leicester.
Norman Webster, Wei beck Avenue, Buxton.
Gwyn Humphreys, St. Barnabas Road,
Richard Stevens, Mill Street, Cannock.
Graham Rogers, Cannon Hill, B’mingham,12.
Trevor Ourow, Wood Street, Newark.
Kenneth Pin, Wissage Road, Lichfield.
Thomas Michael Bricrley, Bulwell, Nongham
Michael George Gill, SignhUb Ave.,
Pauline Wooton, Islington Road. Towcester.
Robert Rise, Aston Cantlow, Birmingham.
Rt>y Brock lehunst. Grange Park Road.
Chapel cn-le Frith.
Victor Alan Tugby, North Street, Whitwick.
David Davies, Oak Drive, Ellesmere.
Anne Osborne, Mans/ m Hotel, Thurmaston.
Hie other three parties of twenty-five who
are going to Famborough Air Display, the
Test Match and the Highland Games will be
announced nearer the time. We should like to
make it quite dear that the numbers on the
membership cards have nothing to do with the
order in which the applications were received.
Your membership number may be. for ex-
ample, 36 - but that doesn't mean that yours
was the 36th application opened.
P rofessor BRITTAIN asks us to thank those
readers who have written to him about his
description of Radar in the first issue. They
quite rightly point out that sound waves do
not travel at the same speed as light waves.
Professor Brittain apologises for his mislead-
ing statement. He knows, of course, that light
is much faster than sound
but he was talking about
transmitted sound waves,
i-e„ radio waves (he had
just been demonstrating
with a wireless set). Radio
sound waves travel at the
same speed as light.
We have also had a great many enquiries
from readers who are interested in "Making
Your Own Model Racing Car”. They want to
know where they can gel the parts that have
to he bought and how much they cost. We
shall be glad to send this information to any-
one who writes and asks for it - but please
enclose a stamped addressed envelope.
There is one thing we especially ask all
readers to do. There is a national shortage of
copies of EAGLE.. The demand has been so
great that it is impossible for the time being
to supply enough copies to satisfy everyone.
Wc are doing our best to produce more copies
but, meanwhile, will you please pass on your
copy when you have read it to someone else
who has not been able to get a copy.
e very glad to be able tc
is week the boy chosen as the Eagle
Club’s first MUG OF THE month. We think
you will agree he deserves the honour but it
was very difficult to decide between the names
Wc have elected several members to he
mugs and awarded them the special mugs
badge to attach to their Eagle Badge. One is
a boy who gi
paid job to go to work it
Africa because he heard that help was
urgently needed that Another is a girl who
dashed into the road to pull a small boy from
in front of an approaching 'bus and got her
leg broken in doing it. Another is a boy who
has been ill for nearly a year, but instead of
getting fed-up and doing nothing, is carrying
on with his studies as best he can.
Of all of them, the spiv type of person could
sneer and say: “You are a mug'" So you sec
the idea of being a mug?
There arc several other mugs that we
haven't room to tell you about now. bu* of
them all, we decided
that John Chown most \ f / f
deserved to be mug oi
this month. All the .
mugs will have si
privileges which will be
announced from time
to time. The twelve
MUGS OF THE month at the end of the year
will be taken on a very exciting trip, about
which we are keeping quiet for the time being.
MUG OF THE MOHTH
At the age of 16, as be went home
from looking at the Christmas Tree
in Trafalgar Square, at 9 o’clock on a
dark windy night, a woman rushed
out of a house in Paddington waving
her slippers in her hand and shouting
“Stop Thief!'’ Immediately ahead of
him, in Craven Hill Gardens John
Chown saw the figures of two men
making off. He gave chase, caught up
with the slower of the two men and
tackled him. In a flash the man
turned on him - with a knife. John
Chown was subbed in the chest and
back. Both men made their escape,
but John Chown was later able to
give the police their description, and they were caught and tried at the Old
Bailey. One got 8 years penal servitude, and the other 2 years imprisonment.
John Chown was awarded the British Empire MedaL As a result of his
injuries he was in hospiul for several days. He is still at school, a Bov Scout
and Troup Leader; his ambition is to go into chemical research. The Scouts
awarded him the Silver Cross. He is studying for the Higher Certificate,
after *which lie is expecting to do his National Service.
1. A CARD TRICK Here’s a card trick that anyone can do without any
"sleight of hand". You arrange the 1 3 cards of one suit in a certain order, and hold
them in your hand, face downwards. Then you hegm to spell out the names of the
cards (Ace, Two, Three, etc.) in the following way: You put live top card at the
bottom, saying "A”; then the next card, saying “C”; then the next, saying "E”;
and throw die next card face upwards on the table, saying "spells ACE”; and to.
it is the Ace! Then you go on m the same way, with T, W, O, spells TWO, and the 2
is discarded. Then you proceed with THREE, and so on, until you are left with the
KING. It looks most impressive! The only thing is, I haven't told you in what order
to arrange the cards in the first place! Suppose you work it out? (You will get a
slightly different result according to whether you speak of a KNAVE or a JACK.)
2. QUIZ(I) How much of an iceberg is above water? (2) What planet is nearest die
sun? (3) Is it true that there arc no poisonous snakes in Britain? (4) How can you tell
which is the right hank of a river? (5) What fruit has its seeds outside T (6) Which
would fill a tank more quickly: two ooc-inch pipes, or one two-inch.
3. TRADES AND OCCUPATIONS
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to Competition in eagle No. I.
j The winner of the picture crossword, who sent in the first
I correct solution opened on Apnl 26th is J. Jarvis, 33 CoMen
! A venue. Peterborough. A prize of 10/6 is being sent to him. 1
The correct answer was: - Evesham, Animals, Ragwort.
Swallow. Lapwing, Dogfish. Harwich.
In the siorv competition for which we asked you to send in i
ideas for a Strip-Cartoon Story, we have had so many entries [
i 'hat it is quite impossible to announce the name of die winner ;
j this week. Wc shall try to do so next week. Meanwhile thank !
j you all for your suggestions.
Lash Lonergan’s Quest
By MOORE RAYMOND
‘That's your crayfish line,” he said, hand-
ing the hair to Squib.
"Eh?" said the puzzled boy.
"There's sure to be crayfish in the water-
hole. so use that as -a line and lie on a bit of
the goanna carcase For bait.”
“Well, I’ve caught blinkin’ crayfish with a
bit o' meat and string,” said the boy, “but
horsehair. . . .” He eyed the black hair doubt-
"You're not going to catch sharks, me
boy,” said Rawhide. “And if you don’t think
there’s much strength in the skerrick o'
Monarch's tail. I'll prove it to you. I’ll bet you
a hundredweight o’ crayfish claws, to a pint o’
galahs feathers that I can hold you down on
the ground with one single horsehair."
“Belcher!” retorted Squib.
Lash grinned at Rawhide's secret wink
while handing him another hair from
Monarch's tail. Obeying instructions. Squib
lay down on his back.
“There's only one little condition.” added
Rawhide. “You're not to catch hold of me
hands or the hair. Do you agree?”
“Too right, cobber," chirped the boy
Rawhide knelt beside Squib and placed the
middle of the hair across the boy’s nose
about halfway down. With one end of the
hair in cither hand, he lowered them to the
ground and placed them firmly beside the
boy's cars, at the same time drawing the hair
"Now git up,” he invited.
Squib started to raise his head. "Ow!” he
yelled as the horsehair bit into the skin of his
nose. The pain was so fierce that his eyes
•‘Come on. me little skite,” jeered Rawhide
Squib made another effort and yowped
again. This time the pain was so intense that
.his eyes filled with unexpected tears. Worse-
still. the searing pain continued after he had
given up the attempt, and he thought the hair
was cutting his nose in two.
The story so far
Y ES Messiter'll win the buck-
jumping tomorrow if my leg’s still
crook,” agreed Lash. “So the first
thing you do with that gun you
pinched from Greasy Joe is to shoot a
"Too right." agreed Rawhide, hugging the
rifle. “It’s a beautiful bit of weaponry, isn't
it?" The Irishman turned to Squib and said
in a hoarse, croaking whisper loud enough for
Lash to hear: “It’s a wonder me cobber let
me hold it in tne hands. "
Lash grinned at the boy and explained.
“It’s the hot Irish temper I'm afraid of. He
might start acting like Greasy Joe, and then
one day he'll put a bullet into somebody. That
wouldn't be polite. And I don't want any
friend of mine to be impolite. So tomorrow,
when he meets Greasy Joe at Oonawidgee,
he's going to give him back his gun.”
Rawhide's grumbles were cut short by
their arrival at the big watcrhole. He helped
Lash to dismount and unroll his blankets
undcrneath.a coolabah tree.
While Squib made a fire. Rawhide went off
in search of a goanna. As the giant lizards
were numerous in the district, he soon shot
one. skinned it, and dumped the carcase into
a billycan of water that was put on to boil.
“I wisht I had a gun,” sighed Squib, as he
eyed the rifle leaning against the tree.
"You deserve one,” remarked Lash, “for
saving the situation with that emu egg. Maybe
I'll buy you a twenty-two as a reward . . .
when I get some dough. But first of all you'll
have to learn how to handle a rifle. ”
“Well, 1 reckon began Squib.
“I reckon you’re hungry!" bellowed Raw-
hide. All three burst into laughter.
“We’re going to have a feast in honour of
young Squib," announced Lash. “There’s
crayfish in the waterholc. And there’s kan-
garoos not far away. I’ll bet."
“And," pointed out Rawhide, “there's
galahs gallivantin' in that tree jist over there.
Grilled galah! Oh, the taste of it! Squib, hand
me that gun."
The boy picked up the rifle, jerked it to his
shoulder, and fired. A galah tumbled from a
branch of the bluegum tree as the rest took
Before the astonished eyes of Lash and
Rawhide, the lad fired again this time at a
bird on the wing. The galah somersaulted in
the air and dropped like a stone.
“S-s-sorry I didn't have time to git one
each." said Squib breathlessly.
“The circus!" cried Rawhide.
“Of course." agreed Lash. “For a jiffy I
forgot you used to be in a circus."
“My uncle taught me sharp-shootin . '
grinned Squib. As if to provide him with
another target for demonstration two brolgas
flew over, with outstretched necks and
slender, trailing legs.
The boy raised the gun and pulled the
trigger. Click! "It's empty," he said ruefully.
“Now you've gone and used up all our
ammunition." said Lash. “No kanagroo-tail
stew tonight for you. I’m afraid. But I don’t
really mind, because I'm always nervous with
both the hairy Irishman and a loaded gun
Rawhide chuckled and fumbled in his
pocket. "I took the liberty of extractin' the
rest of Greasy Joe's ammunition before
kissin' him goodbye." He hauled out a hand-
ful and rolled them on the ground.
Lash laughed and said: "Now do a get.
And don't come back without a kangaroo-
tail. all skinned and ready for the pot.”
Now the goanna had boiled long enough.
Fat gleamed on the surface of the water. Lash
scooped it off with a spoon and put it in a tin
“Goanna oil,” he explained to the boy.
“It’s an old abo cure for all sorts of aches and
sprains. Bushmen swear by it. and they say it
will even penetrate glass! Well, I know it does
wonders Tor injuries like mine, so we re going
to take turns massaging my knee tilVI can use
it properly again."
B y the lime Rawhide returned with the
kangaroo-tail and a third galah Lash was
already feeling much better. After chopping
up the tail and putting it on to cook, the Irish-
man took a turn at massage. Lash declared
that the oil was making a miraculous cure.
"Let the least be prepared!" he cried gaily
as he got to his feet and walked across to
Monarch with hardly a limp. Selecting one
of the many long, black hairs in his horse's
beautiful tail, he swiftly pulled it out.
"I - I give in!" he gasped.
Rawhide whipped away the hair and hauled
the boy to his feet. “Now git on with your
crayfishin’," he ordered. “And don't forget
you owe me a pint o’ galah feathers."
Rubbing the tiny smear of blood from his
nose and regarding it with misty eyes. Squib
looked so downcast that Lash slapped him on
the shoulder and chuckled: “Never mind,
cobber. Every kid in the bush has that trick
played on him sooner or later. Here's a
line with some bait on it. Haul out those
Squib proved to be a more skilled cray-
fisher than the other two. Carefully hauling
in the bait with the crayfish clinging to it. he
waited till a whisker broke the surface before
grabbing at the elusive creature. He never
once missed while both Lash and Rawhide
let several get away. Praised by the others for
his skill. Squib soon recovered his high
It was a wonderful feast. In the cool of the
evening, by the side of the waterholc where
the parrots and brolgas and other birds came
down to drink, the three hungry comrades
ate one of the most delicious meals of their
First came the crayfish, baked by the little,
bright embers of a sandalwood fire.
Then the galahs, grilled on stirrups held
over the same fire.
Finally, the kangaroo-tail stew, its rich
flavour mingling with the taste of boiled yams
ami a couple of the onions Rawhide always
carried in his tucker-bag
It was all washed down with billy lea made
over the open fire the tea that all Australians
declare is the best in the world.
The feast over, they lounged in the purple
dusk and yarned away the hours till the
Southern Cross was burning high over the
trees. It was an evening of such physical con-
tentment, combined with the happiness of
true comradeship, that Lash Lonergan almost
forgot the duties and dangers that awaited
him on the morrow.
L ash, Rawhide and Squib were jogging
along the road to Onawidgee when the
Irishman said to the roughrider-
“O’ course, it’s none o’ me business . .
and I wouldn’t wish you to think I was bcin
inquisitive . . . and o' course if you don't
want to tell me you needn't, but . . ."
“Out with it!” laughed Lash.
"Well, me cogitatin' boy. what's your plans
for the future?”
“Find, I've got to win every contest I enter
at the sports today. When Dago kicked me
yesterday, it was part of his plan to drive me
out of this district."
“I see what you mean,” replied Rawhide.
“He wants you to come a gulzer today so's
the Champion of Champions will look ridi-
culous at a little outback sports meeting."
"Go to the top of the class,” grinned the
roughridcr. "Dago wants to drive me away
so that I won’t hang around trying to get back
the property that’s rightly mine. He’ll try
every dirty trick in his collection. I'm warning
both of you that every time we get into a fight
with Dago and his mob, we re running grave
risks. They’ll use gun and knife and any other
weapon, and they’ll make the excuse it's self-
“But how arc you goin’ to prove Coolabah
Creek Station belongs to you?” asked Squib.
“The will's gone."
“Uncle Peter’s strongbox wasn't among
that lot we found bust open," replied Lash,
“so The Hunchback may still have it. And
that means the will might still be in existence.
Why did he smash open and leave behind the
other strongboxes and not Uncle Peter's? I
don't savee. But I’m going after that bush-
ranger and I’m going to find out. Besides,
there’s the reward. Even if I don’t find the
will. I’ll get the reward and have plenty of
money to fight Dago Messitcr in court."
“The law!" exclaimed Rawhide scornfully.
“I’d like to take the law into me own hands
and squeeze the truth out o' that
"Bui (he Iasi thing I warn lo da is lo go
whining lo the law." cut in Lash. “I’ll fighi
Dago Messitei man to man. And The Hunch-
Rawhide hauled al Ihe sling of his banjo,
grabbed the battered instrument , and
twanged its strings as he sang:
"Oh, we'll light those dingoes man to man.
Believe me. that's no fib!
'Oh, we ll get those robbers!’ say the three
Rawhide. Lash, and Squib."
He chuckled and said: "Now isn't that a
bonzer spur-o'-the-moment song! I’m sorry I
had to put mcself first. Lash, but it was for
the sake of the poetry of the beautiful last line.
Now, mates, all together!”
So they rode singing and laughing into
little settlement was crowded. Every
I single person in town was making a great
day of the annual sports meeting. From the
surrounding sheep and cal lie stations came
owners, stockmen, overseers, boundary riders,
rouseabouls. and everyone else in the district
who could ride or drive to Oonawidgee.
Many aborigines had come front the
various blacks' camps in the neighbourhood.
I -ash looked intently at every dark face, hop-
ing he might see his I'ricnd Mopoke.
The only black face he recognised was that
of Yabbayabba, the huge and ugly aborigine
whom Messilei had claimed lo be one of
those who found Uncle Peter's body up in Ihe
hills. He recalled how Yabbayabba had lied
and said that no opal had been found in the
dead man's hand. The aborigine remembered
too. and when he saw Lash he scowled and
"There's Lash L.oncrgan!"
"There's the Champion of Champions!"
So the comments flew as [lie trio rode down
the street towards Ihe sports ground. Every-
body knew the story of lash's banishment by
his uncle because lie had refused -to Tide-
Chuckle, die chestnut mare. Everybody also
knew of Lash's successful career and his
return to CooJahah Creek lo find Dago
Mcssiter in possession.
More exciting still, they knew that Messiter
and his mob were there to compete in the
sports. Would there be a clash between lash
I onergan and Dago Messiter' 1 So the tongues
wagged as the trio rode down the street
On arrival al the sports ground, the three
“Uh!" grunted L ash as lie swung out of the
saddle. They turned inquiringly. "Just a
twinge," he smiled. "Must have got a bit
But Rawhide and Squib, watching him
limp across to the stewards' tent, saw that all
was not well with Lash's leg, despite the
goanna oil and their friend's assurances.
Suddenly they heard a buzz of chatter . .
excited talk that swelled into a low roar of
"The Hunchback . . . The Hunchback . . .
The Hunchback . . ." Over and over again
they heard the name of live bushranger.
Obviously some news had startled the
Lash was in the stewards' lent, entering for
various events, when the mounted policeman
in charge of Oonawidgee came bursting in.
"Look at this!” he shouted to the stewards
all leaders of the little community as they
sat around their table. “Look at that for
cheek! I just found it pinned to my verandah
They all stared at a scrap of paper on which
was scrawldd in big letters: "The Hunchback
is a sporting cove, so expect him at your
S uos the whole place was seething with
excitement, and for a time nobody
bothered to gel on with the sports.
“Do you really think," said Rawhide to
1-ash, “that flabbergastin' bushranger and
his mob would come gallopin' along in broad
daylight and try to bail us all upT’
“Of course not," snorted the roughrider.
-"Hc's up let-some dirty trick or other. That is,
if he comes at all."
"Do you mean to say." put in Squib, "that
The Hunchback's gone and sent that message
jist for a joke?"
"It might be a hoax." replied Lash. "Some
kid like you might have stuck that note up on
Ihe sergeant's verandah post."
But Sergeant Cleaver was taking no
chances. He phoned Sergeant Sneed, of
Yarrawarra, and got him to hurry over as
soon as possible
Yet the belief that the message must be a
joke spread through the crowd. Nobody
believed that The Hunchback would be crazy
enough to give wanting of a visit, especially
with such a strong enemy force ready to cap-
“A thousand pounds!" Rawhide kept on
saying. "A thousand splendiferous pounds!
That's the reward they're offerin' now for that
bank-robbin', blood-spillin' bushranger. To
think that any man could be worth so much!
Now what would I do with the dough ...?’’
The irishman’s ruminations were cut short
by the announcement that the bending race
was about to stan. Rawhide and Squib
jostled for places on the edge of the ground in
order to see lash compete.
“I reckon his knee ain't too good," com-
mented the boy.
"I reckon your reckonin' is right." sighed
Rawhide. "But that young scamperoon won't
give in till the cows come home."
Bang! went the starling pistol.
With superb skill combining balance and
agility of both man and horse each rider
and mount weaved swiftly in and out of the
upright poles without touching one of them.
"Lash Lash Lash!" cried Rawhide and
Nearby spectators, seeing that Lash and
Monarch were in the lead, took up the cry
of “Lash Lash Lash!"
Amid Ihe applause of Ihe enthusiastic
crowd, the roughrider caniered his horse to
the winning post.
Lash flashed his gay smile as lie rode from
the field. But pain already dulled the bright-
ness of his eyes when he reached his cobbers.
"Your knee's crook again," asserted Raw-
hide in anxious tones.
"Just a skerrick," grinned Lash. "By the
way. have you seen Dago Messiter about?"
As if irt response to his question, at that
moment Dago went riding by with Greasy
Joe and others of the Coolabah Creek mob.
Greasy Joe, turning his double chin,
called to Rawhide : "We've got a little surprise
for your cobber this arvo. Haw-haw-haw !"
"Here's your gun back!" cried Rawhide,
snatching up the rifle he had captured from
the fat man the day before. He hurled it
straight at Greasy Joe.
The stockrider caught the gun with
difliculty, bruising his pudgy fingers. He
yelped and cursed as he rode on.
shoulder as he rode on.
Squib asked: "What's he gabbin' about?
What sorter surprise?"
"A surprise," smiled Lash, "is only a
surprise as long as you don't know what it's
going lo be. So let s wail and see. '
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