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

EAGLE - THE IMEW^j NATIONAL STRIP CARTOON WEEKLY 



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DAN DARE 

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Chapter 6 
"In the dutches of the Gang" 



Kl N fell n painful throbbing in his 
throat, li seemed as ii his heart 
had got displaced and was beating 
in the wrong position. He felt his 
chest just to make sure, and then looked 
iiiimd guiltily, although there was no one to 
observe this foolish behaviour, and even if 
there had been, it was too dark to sec 
propei'ly. 

He supposed he ought to try to move the 
flag and see whui was behind it. Was "U?" 
a person, and if so, was he dead? Ken 
struck another match and examined the 
writing again. A horrid thought struck him 
Perhaps the marks he had interpreted as 
"LI" 1 were meant to be a drawing of the 
Thing that hud trapped Kay's arm. Sonic foul 

Ugh! Ken shrank back at the mere thought 
of the cold, slimy, venomous thing that might 
be coiled there, wailing with reptilian 
patience 10 strike at a questing hand. 

"Not slimy," he corrected himself Jim 
had kept a grass snake as a pet at one time, 
and had made Ken touch it 10 convince him 
that it was quite dry and clean, and thai only 
its shiny scales made it look slimy. Ken 
grimaced at the memory: it hadn't helped him 
to overcome his horror of all crawling things. 
He remembered with annoyance that I'm 
hadn't seemed to mind it. 

He decided to convince himself that the 



Thing that had trapped Ray hadn't been .11 

son of reptile - in fact, hadn't 

ah, but was some sort of hendi 

(He grinned suddenly as the thought 

into his mind thai if there 

betiind there, they would love U 

caught in a trap for a change.) 

His "wishful thinking " and hi 
thought about mice had conquered his Tea 
but, like all "wishful thinking", it led hii 
into danger. 

He began ieelmg and lapping ihe Hags 1 
which this particular wine-bin was coi 
strucled. Once he drew back his tingei 
hastily as they 

sliver of stone, and again looked 
guiltily as if ashamed of hi! 

Fortunately for him. he did not lind toe 
secret of the hidcy-holc, or he might has* 
been trapped as Ray was. 

""Well," he consoled himself, straightening 
his cramped knees and flipping his hand 
against his dusty trouser- bottoms, "there 
probably isn't anything there now. Whocvci 
nabbed Ray whilst he was trapped there 
would surely take everything out of the hole. 
knowing it had been discovered. But I'd have 
liked to have a look, all the same " 

He was still standing and pondering about 
it when he suddenly remembered the injured 
policeman. He ought to have gone for help 
at once! Whatever had he been thinking 

He went quickly into the other cellar, 
sure that the unfortunate constable was still 
breathing, and scrambled out through the 
manhole after a cautious reconnaissance. He 
sprinted along the street intending to go to 
the police station. 

Then he checked himself. If he went to the 
police they would almost certainly want him 
to go back to the cellar with them, hi any 
case they would ;i-k tuin dozens of questions. 

weren't his. And he mini get the scientist's 
cryptic message decoded Besides. Iie'd told 
his mother lie was going to the Vicar's, so lie 

But the police had got to be informed about 
their hurl comrade, and pronto. How — ? 

He smote himself on the forehead. Why 
didn't he think of it before? The telephone! 

There was a public call-box on the next 
corner but one. An angry-looki 
out of it just as he reached it. Ken fell in his 
pocket, but the only coppers he had were a 
penny and two ha'pennies. (Another silly 
thought came to him: if he was short of 
coppers he could fetch the one in lite ceilat). 

"What are you grinning al'.'" demanded 
the cross- looking customer. 



;hing I was thinking about,"' 
eplied Ken. "Lxcusc me. sir, but have you 
ivo ha'pennies for a penny' 

''You're old enough lo know better," 
umed the irate citizen. "Just begging, that's 
When you get a penny, you'll ask 
fee 10 change it into two ha'- 
id so on hoping that the person 
that lo little boys who 
better! I've a good mind to call the 

"■That is what / wish to do." said Ken 
st 1 Illy, suppressing the impulse to answer 
rudely. He held out his two ha'pennies and 
added, "I'd be much obliged if you could 
change these." 



Thl man looked al him closely, then 
handed over a penny. 

"Sorry if I misjudged you," he growled. 
"But ii'u'll be mad too when you lind what 
some young hooligan has done 10 that box. - 
No, t don't want your ha 'pennies." 

"Will you take them, please!" insisted Ken, 
trosiily polite. "1 don't beg. And you've no 
piiii) that the hooligan was young." 

"I've said I was sorry." grumbled the man. 
"In any case, you don't need pennies to ring 
the police. Anything wrong? Anything I can 
do lo help?" 

"No, thanks, sir." said Ken. "I'll get along 




to the 1 

works." 



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nodded, and went oil in the 
opposite direction. Ken ran on until he found 
another box. admitting lo himself that the 
)>eople who had wrecked the other probably 
Mam about his own age, bul without his 
interest in football and oilier real sports. He 
quickly got through to the police, gave liicm 
Ihe information they would need, told them 
his own name and address, and rang off 
before they could order him lo wait for them. 
Then he made his way to the Vicarage. 

It was a big. bare, rambling house. Ken 
was glad he hadn't to live in it during coal- 
rationing. He pulled a bell that clanged inter- 
minably like the bell of an old-fashioned little 

There was no answer, r 
was terribly early for a sc 
was important. He tang a 

minutes the Vicar came ti 
dressing gown. 

"if it's about the pitch for this afternoon, 
Ken," he said as soon as he saw who it was, 
"'I think you might have left it a hii later. 
This is the one morning in the week that I 
don't have 10 be up at the crack of dawn for a 

""Sorry, sir! No, it isnT about the pitch 
it's something really urgent." 

"Oh. Come in, then." 

Ken followed the burly, tousle- headed man 
to his study a book -lined roimi with shabby 
bul comfortable leather chairs. He poured 
out the whole story, so far as he knew it, 
except for the bit about Ray, which Dick liad 
told him to keep secret. 

The Rev. Bill Read didn't interrupt once. 
In his job he'd had 10 learn lo be a good 
listener as well as a good talker. 

What Ken had finished, the Vicar put down 
his pipe and held out his hand. 

'"Let's sec that message." he said. 

Ken handed it ovci and waichcd the big 
man anxiously as he studied it. 

""I don't know why you don'l give young 
Sam a trial at outside left." said Ihe Vicar. 
"He's quite a 

"That's not the message, sir' Look " 

"I know. I know 1 " muttered the Vicar, his 
eyes still on the paper. His hand groped on 
the desk for his pipe, and Ken pushed ii 
towards him. 

"I didn't know Scrufi'v could kick with his 
left— " 

"Is that what you all call him? H'm. 'The 
Lord' with 'd' craned out and 'g' put in- 
stead. H'm." 

"Yes. but that was " 

"Shut up. Could be Lord Somebody, or 
could be God. H'm. He's no more scruffy 
than you are. If you'll lake the trouble to 
look, you'll see he keeps himself as clean as 
any normal boy. It isn't his fault if his parents 
can'l afford him decern clothes.'' 

"No, sir." Ken wriggled uncomfortably. 
The Vicar's absent -minded observations 
always struck home more- than a direct" 

The word "jaw" reminded him of llie Rev. 
Bill's pugnacious chin. He wondered if he 
knew what the boys called him. 

"Now 1 don't mind you chaps calling me 
"Burglar Bill' among yourselves," continued 
Ihe Vicar, as if he had read his thoughts. 
"Because I know I'm mil a burglar. And I 
take a nickname as a sign of affection rather 
than disrespect. But a boy from a 00°' home 
might suspect that 'Scruffy" was a true des- 
cription, and that would hurt." The Rev. Bill 
put down the paper and glared at Ken. his 
jaw at its most pugnacious. "You will see 
that he is called "Sam" in future, young man."* 

"Yes, sir." 

"But as for playing him in (he team, that's 
your pigeon. I shan't interfere. I've solved 
your message, by ll»e way." 

"You have' What - ?" Ken leapl up 
excitedly. 

"The Lorg is one of theni" - "(iod' with "g" 
instead of 'd' is 'Gog'!" 

Ken looked disappointed, and sank back 
into his chair. "You mean, Gog and Magog, 
sir? I've often wondered --" 

"No, no! Not 'Ma' - the message says not. 
'Gog is one of them' : the 'no Ma' must be a 
check to show we're on the right hues. 1.1' 



looks like someone's initials. Do you know 
what the scientist was called?" 

"No. Ray never said." Ken clapped his 
hand over his mouth, as soon as he realised 
thai he'd mentioned Ray. 

"So you know about Ray." remarked the 
Vicar coolly. 

Ken gaped at him. 

"Yes 1 haven't seen him yet, but how 
did you r 

"There isn't much goes on in my parish 
that I don't know about." replied the Rev. 
Hill comfortably. "When you do see Ray. tell 
him I'd like a word with him. Now. let me see. 
what atomic scientist disappeared about the 
sime lime as rtayT' 

Ken looked blank, and the parson chewed 
savagely at his pipe. 

"Ihire!" he exclaimed at last, thumping the 
.inn of his chair. He leapt up and took a fat 
volume from his bookshelves. "Now. what 
was his Christian name.' Ha! Here we are! 
'Fdward DMfe, Ph.D.. D.Sc., etc, etc." He 
snapped the hook shut and turned exultantly 
to Ken. "How much of what you've told me 



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"Nor did Ray. They know most of the rest, 
as t told you." 

The Vicar fumbled in a drawer of his desk 
and produced a battered notebook. 

"A man I was at Oxford with." he said, 
"is in M.I. 5. and somewhere in here I have a 
telephone number you won't find in the 
directory. I'll tell him only what the police 
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fellows!" he lamented. "One of the world's 
greatest physicists comes to us as a political 
refugee from Albania a,td is put in charge of 

you don't even know his name! Yet you know 
every film actor or footballer in Ihe oh, 

well!" He drugged his broad shoulders, 
lifted the receiver, anil asked lor a London 

ken watched him dumbly while he waited 
for the connection. He fell quite da/ed.What 
a plot they had stumbled on! The the son 
ol -f-mste.n" of atomic research, a traitor! 
Vim could hardly credit it. 

The Vicar's voice penet ruled his musings. 

"Hullo (icon".' This is Dili Read. No, 
"liurglar Bill"." The Vicar (danced in ernbar- 

and Ken covered his mouth with his hand to 



hide a wicked grin. "Yes, it has, hasn't it? 
Listen, Geoff, what do you make of a message 
from an atomic scientist whom I believe to be 
loyal, saying "The l.org - L-O-R-G - is one 
of them? What? Why. the enemy, of course. 
What, you've got it already? I thought I was 
smart. No, don't say it on the 'phone. How 
soon can you be here? You can? Splendid. 
Bung-ho!" 

The Rev. Bill replaced the receiver. 

"You and I." he said, "are going to have 
some breakfast while we're waiting. And you 
can forget that number I called, and also the 
fact that I had the same nickname al Oxford." 

"Yes, sir." agreed Ken, with a conspira- 
torial gleam in his eye. "Rut I say, sir, how 
long shall i 



Tor the footsteps were approaching not from 
the other cellar, where the manhole was, but 
down the steps from the house. Whoever was 
coming had unlocked the door at the top of 
the steps, and so far as he knew, only the 
gangsters, had the key of that door. 

He was trapped in such a position that only 
by an awkward twist of his neck could he sec 
anything at all, and then only the lower half 
of the room, upside down. He could make out 
a gleam of light from a torch, and as the beam 
fell on his sprawled legs he heard the footsteps 

After what seemed an age, during which he 
made no sound, the footsteps started again. 
The beam of the torch Dashed, ail round the 
cellar. He caught a glimpse of a pair of legs. 




young 



Something blunt ami heavy cra.iheJ tKiumf hit hrud 



"If you knew M.I.5. you'd get a move on 
for fear of missing your breakfast." replied 
the Vicar, leading the way to the kitchen. 
"He's coming by 'plane." 



It was only about half an hour before Ken 
came to the cellar that Ray. lying in the 
winebin with his right arm trapped by the 
swinging flagstone, heard someone approach- 
ing. His body contorted painfully in the effort 
lo lake the weight off his arm. his hand numb 
from the constriction of its blood supply, and 
the torture from his lacerated biceps increased 
by swelling round the wound, he was almost 
ready lo welcome anyone who would release 

But he repressed the impulse to cry out. 



dollied surprisingly in sponge-bag trousers. 
as ihe intruder made his way cautiously into 
t he other cellar. 

Again there was silence. Then Ray heard a 
dull thud, followed by a slithering sound as 
the heap or coal was disturbed once again. 
Then there was a metallic clang, and another 
thud and rumble, followed by a whispered 
conversation that he strained his cars in vain 
lo catch. Then two pairs of footsteps ap- 
proactied him, the second pair of legs being 
covered with leather gaiters. The torch was 
directed straight at him. and he blinked, bui 
kepi his head twisted in the hope of seeing 
more. He was rewarded when Sponge- Bag 
bent down to peer into the bin: Ray glimpsed 
the lower part of his lace, upside down lo him, 
and memorised a narrow, predatory nose and 



thin, cruel lips. Then the man straightened up 
again. At last he spoke, but not lo Ray, 

"So that gadget of yours worked V he said 
softly. "I must confess 1 thought it an un- 
necessary precaution. Who is he?" 

Gaiters mumbled something Ray couldn't 

"No, I don't think so. They've never tried 
Id high-jack us in this country. More likely 
another of The Conspirators'." 

Ray wondered when they were going lo gel 
round lo releasing him. Surely they must be 
in a hurry to get away. 

Gaiters must have echoed his thought, 
because he muttered something of which Ray 
caught the word "quick". 

"You needn't bother about him recognising 
your voice, even if he turns out to be a local 
lad," replied Sponge-Bag testify. "Yes, we'd 
belter get cracking. Who are you?" 

This question was addressed to Ray 

"Suppose you tell me first who nw are," 
countered Ray, 

Lie immediately received a heavy kick in 
the side. He made no sound except a whistling 
intake of breath. 

"Plenty of time for that laler." said Sponge- 
Hag He repeated his (Question to Ray : "Who 
are you?" 

Ray was silent. He knew thai "tater" there 
would be more persistent attempts to extract 
information from him; and he hadn't missed 
the significance of "you needn't bother about 
him recognising your voice", either. He was 
not unafraid, but he reminded himself that 
his silence was stronger than their strength, 
and that even if he died, he would have won if 
he remained steadfast in his refusal to help 
them in their evil purposes. 

"I'm afraid." sighed Sponge- Bag, "that 
this one is going lo be as obdurate as the 
other. Anyway, let's get him out. Do you 
need the tackle?'" 

"No, only for ihe uranium." answered 
Gaiters. "Keep him covered." 

Ray felt almost light-hearted as the man 
thrust himself roughly beside him and riddled 
with the Hags, fed evidently hadn't "talked", 
and be himself was going to get out of this 
dreadful trap before gangrene set in. Perhaps 
he wouldn't lose his arm. now unless he lost 
his life! 

The pain was almost unbearable as Gaiters 
wrenched the flagstone back; but as soon as 
he was free, Ray flung himself backwards, did 
a Rugger "hand olf" against Sponge Bag. and 
dashed into the other cellar. He scrambled up 
the pile of coal, and tried to clamber on to 
the chute, but his nghi arm was useless and 
he couldn't make it. He felt himself pulled 
back within sight of freedom, as Ted had 
been. Then, before he could whirl round and 
face his assailants, something blunt and heavy 
crashed against ihe back of his head. 

( in be continued) 



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(>n 22nd June, IS93. ihe British Mediler- 

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Victoria, flagship of Admiral Sir George 
Tryon, headed one line and the Cumperdown 
headed the other. At 2.30 p.m. Admiral 
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were steaming nacl (he way they had come. 
Lath ship needed 700 yards in which lo turn a 
circle and the two linen were only 1,200 yards 
apart. The order mean! .1 frightful collnion. 
Both Captain Markham or the Camperdown 
and (_ aptain Bourtic of the Victmia realised 
the danger. When the Camperdown hesitated. 
Admiral Tryon flashed a terse message: 
"What ate you wailing for?" Grimly Captain 
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also begun lo turn inwards. Twice Captain 
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yery close lo Ihe Caminrckiwn," Twice he got 
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perately, "Sir, shall I go astern? We will hit 
the Caniperdawn." Only when it was too late 
the Admiral said, "Yes'". The Campertiowns 
gigantic bow crashed into the Victoria and 
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tant shore, hoping to heach his flagship, hut 
it was loo late. The Victoria capsized taking 
22 officers and 337 men. 300 survivors were 
picked up. 

Admiral Tryon knew the turning circle of 
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given an impossible order. He went down 
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HEROES OF THE CLOUDS 




EAGLE CLUB 



AND EDITOR'S PAGE 



The Editor's Office 

EAGLE 

43 Shoe Lane, London, EC4 

AG R E A T many of our readers are 
obviously very interested in the 
feature "Make Your Own Model 
Racing Car". We have had hundreds 
of tetter* asking where parts may be bought. 

So the Eagle Club has decided to form a 
Junior Model Racing Car Club for Club 
Members. If you want to join, all you have to 
do is to write to us giving your name and 
address and Eagle Club Membership Number 
and asking to belong to the Car Club. 

The Club is mainly for those wh,i are 
building or going to build - the racing car 
we arc describing in eagi.l Mr. G. W. 
Arthur- Brand, who it an 
expert on the subject and 
Associate Editor of the 
Model l.iniiiri-i . has kindly 
promised to give a prize 
for the best car made by a 
member. 

If any of you who 
hauen't yet begun to make the c 
start now and have missed the 
given in the first, third and fifth issues, we 
shall he glad to send you a copy of the in- 
structions and diagrams at the cost of lid. 
per each part Please send a stamped 
addressed envelope and a lid. stamp for 
each pan you want. 

Secondly, the Eagle Club is planning to 
hold an Eagle Model Car Race and offering a 
Trophy to the winner We shall take a special 
racing track to various big towns throughout 
the country where regional heals will be run. 
The winners of these heals will be invited to 
London for the finals. 

You don't need lodo anything just yet about 
entering for this Race. We will print an Entry 
Form later on The cars entered for the race 
must be cars made by members themselves. 



Now here is another '"do"' for Eagle Club 
Members, During the summer, we shall 
lake twelve members, for a week to a Holiday 
Camp, free of charge. In order to decide the 
difficult question of who should have this 
hob day. wc shall award it to the winners of the 
picture cuosswutn Competition printed 
on this page. All the entries will be opened 
on May 24th. The holiday will go to the senders 
of the first twelve cot 

Some readers who have t 
lor membership or the 
Eagle Club have forgotten 
to send i he ir name and 
address so wc can't do 
anything about it! Others 
have forgotten to enclose 
the subscription - so they 
will know why they haven"! 
heard from us! 




Don't forget that you should now send a 
Postal order for 1/6. The shilling is the Mem- 
bership Subscription and the sixpence is foe 
the Eagle Badge. 

There has been some misunderstanding 
about how to get elected to the special rank of 
mug. You have to be recommended by some- 
one who knows you and 
thinks you have done 
something outstanding to 
deserve the award. But 
.'.'tin-in: canntit 
their own children far lhe 
award. It mi 

who is not a member i 
your family. 



Hi mi is the list of those who were picked 
n-om North of England Members to go to 
the Test Match at Manchester on 10th June. 

Hay Bolton, Liege Road, Leyland, Lanes. 
Derek Rawnsley, Theobold Ave., Doocastcr 
Colin Margerison, Bright Sircct. Gorton 
Colin Bland, Briar Dale. Consctl, 

CO. I >lll ll.llli 

Roy Lynch, Esplanade, New Jersey 
John Mercer, Clipsley Lane, Haydock. 
Marlenc Everitl, Union Street, Accnngton 
Raymond Morris. Easton Road, New Ferry 
William Butler, Rock Inn. Tockholcs, 

Nr. Darwcn 
George Smales, Thomville Mount, 

Headirudey. Leeds 
Alan Chapman. Shellingford Road, 

Dovecot, Liverpool 
Anthony Sleddon, Blackburn Koad. 

Oswaldlwislle 
Michael David Pickersgill. Burlington Road. 
Beeston, Leeds 
William Bailies, Roland Street, Bolton 
Brian Eorsdike, 124 Scfion Street, Souihpon 
Robert Ouerden. Mount Pleasant. Southhcld, 
Burnley 
Raymond Helm. Glenside Road. Windhill, 
Shipley 
Brian Gibson. Castlegaie. Makon 
Norman Naylor Hayes, Wilton Polygon. 

Cnimpsall, Manchester 

Alan Wagslaffe. Foster Avenue, Huddersfield 

Maureen Chinn, Mough Lane, Chadderton, 

Nr. Oldham 

Philip John Swinbum, Osberton Place, 

Sheffield 
Anthony Roberts, Wilton Avenue, 

Firs wood, Manchester 
E. Speight, Leake Road, Hillsborough. 

Sheffield 
Donald Jarvis, Hibbert Street, Salford 

still in very short 



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supply. Please pais your copy 
when you have read it. 



Yours sincerely, 

THE EDITOR 



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A free holiday el a Buflins Camp from August 26th to September 2nd 
will be given la the senders of the first twelve correct solutions opened on 
May 24th of this Geography Puzzle- Send your answer U 
coMi't ill ION. EAGLE, 4, Ne*' Street Square. London, E.C.4 
before 24th May. 



1. Capital of Portugal. 

2. A Country. 

3. Devonshire Village. 

4. Country. 

5. Lancashire Town. 

6. City on River Spree. 

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the objects drawn and the 
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2. THE AMAZING WATER-LILY A water-lily at i hi- exact centre 
of a small round pond was growing so fast and furiously that it doubled in size every 
day. In 30 days it had covered the entire pond! How long did it lake to cover half 
the pond'.' (You can ignore lhe size it was to begin with.) 

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4- THE BELLIGERENT GOATS A farmer tethered bis two goats on a 
small patch of grass, allowing Ihcm each a rope of equal length. He first tethered one 
at each of the points which wc have shown as "A", so that they could graze within 
the scope of the two circles shown. 

Unfortunately, the goats whenever they met - fought each oilier so the farmer 
realised that the tethering ropes would have to be shortened to keep them safely 
apart. He could not spare any extra grassland, you see, so he solved the problem in 
this fashion. 

On one day. he still kept one goat tethered at "A", with the long rope, as before, 
but the other goal was tethered within his circle at the point '"B". with a shortened 
rope so that it could only just reach the other's sphere, but not over lap. 

The next day this was reversed - that is to say. the first goal was put on his "IS ' 
peg (with a shortened rope) and the second goal was put back on his "A" post ■ 
with the normal or longer rope. 

Assuming that they cropped their 
separate spheres of grass evenly, you 
would imagine the grass within the 
two circles would be kept down 
nicely. But, after eight days, there 
were sections of it that were not fully 
touched. 

Now. then - can you mark out 
these sections? And can you also 
mark out the section that received 
the most cropping? 

Answer next week 




CHICKO 



by theliuell 




To my Newsagent: please order iiAGLn 
for me every week until further notice 

Name _ - 

Address 

HAND THIS FORM TO YOUR NEWSBOY OR 
TAKE IT TO YOUR NEWSAGENT'S SHOP 



hash Lonergan's Quest 



By MOORIi RAYMOND 







e r.ghl. 



Irish hlamcv' i.iughcil I a> 

who was embarrassed by I his praise. 1 dancii 

over Rawhide's shoulder, lie ir Kill fill 

"Look, here's Doctor Norgale. Hullo, Doc 

"Hullo, Lash Lets have a look at yo 

' Lh'. 1 Who lold you 1 had a knee m 

looking at '**" grinned (he toiighridei. 

"Come on. young man." replied Ihe docli 
wilh mock severity. "Anybody with 01 

phw." 

Lash sighed and pulled up the leg of I 



Chapter 6 



THOUGH she still snorted and tossed 
her head now and again, she had lost 
Iter fury and Ihe wicked look was 
gone from her beautiful eyes. She no 
longer flattened her ears, hut kepi them 
pricked at Ihe continuous sound of Lash's 
caressing voice. 

The stewards were ama/ed. Greasy Joe 
raised his brows at !5ago, who shrugged un- 
concernedly, but looted discomfited all the 

'"I reckon I can lead her out now," said 
Lash. He dropped from the rails to the 
ground. 

"Yowp!" He had forgotten his injured 
knee. The jump to the hard ground gave it a 
severe jar, and he gritted his teeth as he 
limped away. Dagos smile of triumph 
returned to his swarthy face. 

Meanwhile Rawhide was saying to some 
stockmen: "Yes. that's the mare thai Lash 
refused to ride. Uncle Peter called him a 
coward and a disgrace ()> the family name. 
So he kicked him out - and me, too. because 
I look the lad's part. Well. I ■— 

Interrupted by a buzz of excitement from 
the crowd, he turned to see Lash ai (he open 
gate of the stockyard, pulling on the bridle 
and trying lo get Chuckle out into the open. 

lash soon changed his tactics. He stepped 
up to Chuckle's head, patted her neck., then 
grasped her Rowing mane. It was the way he 
trained her to be led on those secret, starlit 
nights three years ago. 

He tugged her mane and walked out of the 
yard into the sports ground. Chuckle wenl 

The cheers of the crowd made her excited 
again, and she slaned to pull away. Lash let 
her mane go and hung on to the bridle. The 
marc reared up. almost dragging him oft' his 
feet. 

■Chuckle, Chuckle," pleaded Lash. 

Gradually he quietened her. The crowd 
waited breathlessly as he slipped the reins over 
her head and slowly moved to the near side 
to mount the mare. He gently raised his leg 
and slipped his foot into the stirrup. 

Now Lash felt confident . lhat Chuckle 
would let him get on - and stay on. He 

Chuckle squealed and shied away, forcing 
him to drop to the ground again. 

"Whou'" he called, as she pulled away 
wildly, jarring his knee almost to the state of 

He quietened her once more. Again be 
urtcd lo mount, and again she squealed and 



stewards. "1 tohl you that you'd never 


Thereupon Ihe Otui.tu idgin 


mount her outside (he paddock." 


Heated to the astonishing - 




Loncrgan Iroltiug round on th 


crowd. Lash led ihe mare across to the 


ih.ll iso far as ihcv knewl hud r 


stewards. She followed him quiefh. 


fore by only one man. Uncle P 


"I'll ride her bareback." he announced. 


Ami lash *w rklins her tmrebt 


"Don't be a fool. Lash, that *s (en times 


Alter reviving trie tremei 


harder." 


with his usual gay smile. Lasr 


The voting rougbndcr replied with a grim 




smile: "I've just got a fancy I'd like to ride 


"Riding her hart-hack wasn 


Chuckle bareback " He starled 10 unbuekk- 


gain!" exclaimed Dago Mvt"iii 




The head steward said lim 


"That's not in my bargain!" interrupted a 


slands. Dago 1 heard vou ma I 


sharp voice. Ii was Dago Messiier He laid a 


IJarcback or saddled. thai iff 




ridden for ten seconds. Lash h; 


Shaking him otf. Lash sard: "You don't 


all righl." 


want me to unsaddle her. do you? You know 




why she won't let me mount her. don't vou ''" 


scowl lo a smile. "O.K.. Lash. 


"l-i don't know what vou mean," Mustered 


got a hundred quid EM me. 1 


Dago. 


time 1 see you." 


Lash unbuckled the girth in a flash and 


"Don'i bother about the 


hauled off ihe saddle. 


1 ash sweetly. "Just give mc an 


"Just as 1 thought '." 


"Too right," agreed live foi 


dinging lo the cheslnut hair were half-a- 


He scribbled it out and hand 


doicn sharp- prick led burrs. Lacfi time Lash 


His intention, ol 'course, was n. 



'ooder she wouldn't 



The joke's on you. D 
"Gel ready to pay me thai 
"Skile!" sneered the l 
not believe (hat Lash woi 
the buck jumper barehac 
his injured knee. 

Hailing, he ran his hand . 
.shoulder, murmuring sol 
was quiet al last. Lash van 



Wsqum.hewas 



, Raw hide vi.ntci.-A 






Lash," called 



the 




KuagB and 



votild be 
IcPhee,' 



could prove 


Uncle Peter left 


his proper! 


. to 




unde's wilt wa: 






Yurrawarra 


That very night 


The Hunchback 






Ihe Yairaw; 




bank and ste 


dlhesirongbos 


■a. Among t 


tern 


is the one with Uncle Pet 


IT'S will in- 


ide 


Would vou call lhai a coin. 


:idence.'" 






a« led (lie other 


, "1 suppose 




Surely you d 


ont think . , " 


He paused 


and 


raised his eyi 


*rows. 






"Now lisn 


in again. Mopo 








hoot Opal.own 


and wc ndi 


: up 


there, Wc d 


iscover the stri 




stall 


open. And wl 


m should be hai 


igmg around but 


Dago Messili 


;i anil his olfsJdcr, Greasy Ji 


3C." 


"Well?" 








"Well, Da 


»o lold me he v 


nt» in Opalli 


jwn 






for 


The llunchh 


ack. Maybe he 


was Idling 


the 


truth. Itul 1 s 


ras after The Hi 


inchbttck tor 




reward. May 


be Dago was a 


Iter him for 


the 


"You mca; 


1 Dago and The 


Hunchback 


are 


in league'.'" i 


isked (he asloui 


shed pot iter 




"fl's an idea that's been hii 




the 


back of my 


mind," replied Lash. "Why 


should the bi 


ishranger desire 


,y all the sir. 


>ng- 


boxes but tli 


C one wilh uric 


les will ins 


ide'? 


What does 


rhc Hunchback 


want with 


ihe 


will unless 


it's lo give it (( 


■ Dago?" 






.nocked on the 


door. The 


scr- 


gcani called. 


"Come on!" 







Tlicrc entered a smiling, frizzy- haired 
aborigine. He was barefooted, and he wore 
only a tattctcd khaki shirt and a pair of 
(rayed serge trousers with faded red stripes 
running down the sides. This was the "uni- 
form" proudly worn by Jacky, the black- 
Iracker anachcd to the Oonawidgcc |x>lice 

"l-'clla longa sports gibbil this,"' he said lo 
Hie sergeant, handing over two grubby fetters. 

One bore the name of Lash lartergaii and 
the olhcr was addressed to Dago Messiier. 

Lash look his letter and tipped i( open. 

'"Dear 1-ash Lonergan," said ihc erudely 
printed note, "1 have a certain dokument (liat 
you and another bloke might like tu buy. It is 
a will. 1 offer it to the highest bider. Write 
down your oifer and put same in a tin in the 
middle ol the road through Opallown by 
Sunday sundown. 1 am also wrileing this in- 
formation lo Dago Messiier. 
Yours lruely, 

Tlie Hunehhack. 

r\S. No oilers under £1,000.*' 



Lash flung the letter down in front of 
Sergeant Sneed. "\W we know wtiy that 
bushranger wanied the will." 

Scanning the note, the sergeant muttered: 
-What a blasted cheek!" He looked up at 
l.ash with a grin. "Do you still think Dago 
and The Hunchback are in league?" 

"Hardly!" laughed the rnughrider. "And 
I'd like to see the expression on Dago's face 
when he gets his letter from the bushranger." 

Sneed turned to the blacklracker and asked 
sharply, "What fella gibbil these letters?" 

"No savee." replied Jacky. 

"Stranger fella?" 

"Yes, boss. Stranger fella do-cm Bit quick 
longa mob. No lookem this fella face bud- 

"WelL" sighed Sliced, "if you didn't get a 
proper look al inn 
going out now and 
all that mob." 

"The sports arc r 
out of Ihe window ti 
by. "And The Hunchback hasn't kepi his 



turned to Jacky and instructed: "You takem 
this fella letter longa Mr, Messiter." 

"Yiss, boss.'' The blacklracker was gone. 

Rawhide leaped up the steps on to the 
verandah, and Squib skipped after him. 
Poking their heads through the window, they 
reminded l.asli .trut Seigcaul Sneed that it was 



ICkCl I: 
"If! 



I ;ill-II 



citedly. "So we can have a bi( of ocr> thin" 
everybody's got!" 

As they hurried down the road, the appetis- 
ing smell became stronger. In a few minutes 
they came upon a happy, animated scene (hat 
glowed in the golden rays of the setting sun. 

The inhabitants of Oonawidgex" and their 

smooth claypan between town and creek. 

In the middle was a big lire. Grouped 
around it were a lot of people grilling chops 
and steaks on stirrup irons or improvised 
forks. 

Ringing the claypan were a numbei of 
smaller fires. Over these hung pots of slew or 
biltycans ol' water being boiled for lea. 

Almost everybody llicrc had brought food 
of some sort some of it cooking, and same 
already hontc-cooked and cold. 

As soon as Lash and his friends appeared 
on the scene, Ihey were overwhelmed with 



' smiled Sneed. He 



Never before had any of them been guesis 
al such a rich and varied feasl. 

Strips of steak smeared with crushed, 
grilled tomato. Huge mutton chops dripping 
wilh fat. Boiled guineafowl so lender it 
seemed lo melt in the mouth. 

When he could eat no more, Lash leaned 
againsl a squat bollle tree and sighed, "Thai 

After a while Rawhide said to Lash : "Now 
can you tell me this, me sagacious boy? Why 
did The Hunchback — " 

"Oh, forget that bushranger for a bit !" in- 
terrupted Lash with a laugh. 

Meanwhile inat same bushranger wailed in 
the deepening dusk, viewing the gay and 
animated scene on the claypan, and waiting 
for the right moment U) make his entry . . . 
and exit. 

To be continued 



fiJlTfc PRESENTS 
A SHORT HISTORY OF WRITING 




Cuneiform writing 



n Babylon 



Before 3000 B.C. ibe Sunn- nans 

produced " cuneiform " writi 

mcihod employed was lo impress the 

characters on. soft clay tablets with asiylus 

probably made from reed sharpened to a 

pouti. The clay was then baked hard ro 

make the markings pei 

In certain instances cuneiform writing 

was also inscribed on stone, the 

being engraved with chiselling 

This form of writing was used 



ently until almost the beginning of the 
Christian era by which time papyrus hod 
become the accepted medium for writing 




A PEN FOX YOU* THOUGHTS 



•rid by The Mile '- Mar, 



*fc 



l s»#rm 



DISCOVERS STOWAWAYS 



One of ihe most brilliant forwards thai ever came from Scotland . 




Billy Steel€ 

says J 

'Here's MY way 
to cross a road" 




THE WORD FOR TOFFEE g^ 



" It's a forward's job to break 
through -on the football field. 
He most be able to dodge the 
defence— and have plenty of dash. 
But dodging and dashing is just 
asking for trouble when you're 
crossing a road. Here's my way : 

1 At the kerb HAL). 

2 Eyes — RIGHT. 
J Eyes — LEFT. 

4 Gtwce again — RIGHT. 

I If all dear — QUICK MARCH. 



" No need to run. because I wail 
until there is a real gap in the 
traffic. 

'" In Soccer, you go ail out lo win; 
so of course you take risks — it 
would be pretty dull otherwise ' But 
traffic's not a game. By taking a 
chance, you may get killed, or kill 
someone else. So just use your head. 
remember you're pari of the traffic, 
learn to be a good Road Navigator, 
and cross cirri' road the r. 

Kerb Drill way." feJ[L^iwX 



ROB COM WAY in search of a secret city 




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