Dan Dare's Eagle Magazine: First 10 Issues published in 1950

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DAN DARE

PILOT OF THE FUTURE

EVERY FRIDAY

If GULP/ PP

V — S

UGH!. IT'S WORSE THAN

BEASTLY STUFF-
ITS LI KE

MARS - WHAT A
BEASTLY PLACE ,i

JIMINY - THAT LOOKS LIKE COLONEL DARE'S PARACHUTE

AND THAT COMMOTION
OVER THERE - 1 RECKON
HE'LL BE IN THE MIDDLE OF
THAT - HIS MIDDLE NAME
OUGHT TO HAVE BEEN
TROUBLE - OW / WHY
DID I EVER, LEAVE

WIGAN ?

THIS IS NO WAY TO
WELCOME GUE5TS, YOU
REFUGEE FROM LOCH A
NESS !

DAN FIRES HIS PARALYSING PISTOL

THAT WILL KEEP
YOU QUIET FOR AN
HOUR OR TWO

FINE, DIG -HOW ABOUT

ARE YOU
ALRIGHT
SIR?

K OH-FAIR TO
MIDDLING, SIR
^ BLIT

I DON'T SEE ANY BUS STOPS ROUND HERE OR SNACK BARS

YOU MEAN WHAT DO
WE DO NEXT EH DIG /

WELL SOMEHOW WE'VE
GOT TO CROSS A LARGE
SLICE OF THIS PLANET
BECAUSE

ONE OF THE OTHER SHIPS
MAY GET THROUGH AND
WE HAD PLANNED A
RENDEZVOUS IN THE
PERMANENT

TWILIGHT TONE / m

THIS INFRA-RED
COMPASS IS SET ON
THE RENDEZVOUS
AND ALL WE HAVE TO
DO IS FOLLOW IT

( GULP )

IS THAT ALL

SIR ?

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Jim began to swarm up towards the windtn

The story so far

moments later the Doctor came into the

Chapter 9

Pru to the Rescue !

“No, don’t bother I expect you’ve plenty
to do,” he called over his shoulder. He closed
the door, and peered at Pru over his spec-
tacles. She grinned at him cheerfully, and lie
gave her a fearsome scowl.

“Ought to be spanked!” he growled.

“What, in my slate of health?"

The Doctor snorted, and sat down.

“Aren't you going to listen to me through
that thingummyjig?” enquired Pru disap-
pointedly.

“I'm going to listen to you, but not
through my stethoscope.” stated the Doctor.
“Now, young woman. I’ve been kept in the
dark too long. You just tell me what’s been
going on all night!”

Pru hesitated. She didn't know very much,
and she hadn't yet made sense of what she
did know.

“I was hoping you’d be able to tell me
something,” interrupted Pru. “All I know is
that Jim found a wounded man in a cellar,
and when Ken and I went to rescue him. he
wasn’t there. We went with Dick Rawl-

P R U was beginning to recover from
tlic clfccts of the anaesthetic the
gangsters had given her, and she
wanted to get up.

“You’ll stay where you arc until the Doc-
tor’s been,' - pronounced her mother. “It's a
wonder my hair isn’t grey, with two children
like you and Ken. 1 didn't dare tell your Dad
what you'd been up to, but 1 shall have to
when he gets home from work.”

“Your hair is going a bit grey. Mum,” said
Pru. “Here, bend over and I’ll pull the worst
ones out for you.”

Her mother bent over the bed obediently.
“I wonder where Ken has got to? It
shouldn't have taken him all this time to see
the Vicar about the football pitch. Ouch!”
“Sorry, did that hurt?” Pru surveyed her
handiwork. “Now, that’s a lot belter! "She
put her aims round her mother and kissed
her soundly. "You’re pretty marvellous.
Mum,” she said. “You haven't fussed a bit.”
“It’s. no good getting worked up,” replied
her mother, tidying her hair at the mirror. “I
should never get anything done if l wasted
my time worrying about you and Ken. I've
taught you to do what’s right, and I pray for
you regularly, so why be anxious?”
“You're the best Mum anyone ever had,”
cried Pru warmly. “Sh! Was that the door?"

“It’ll be Dr. Briggs and look at the state of
this room !” She bustled round, straightened
the bed and darted down the stairs. A few

"Don't you mention Dick Rawlings to
me!” exploded the Doctor. "Spends the
night wearing out my beautiful new car, and
when he finally brings it back he says he can’t
stop to explain why he had to borrow it,
except that he and Ray were chasing a gang
of crooks who were after our atomic secrets."
Pru sat up sharply,

"Ray? What Ray? Not Jim’s cousin!”
“That’s the one.”

“But he’s dead! His jet-plane crashed into
the sea olf Iceland two years ago. Poor Jim
was terribly cut up about it.”

"I may not be much of a doctor," mouthed
Dr. Briggs in exasperation, “but I have
managed to learn how to distinguish between
a living man and a cadaver. Ray was with
Dick in my consulting-room whilst you were
there unconscious, and if he was a corpse, all
1 can say is that he was an uncommonly fid-
getty one.”

“Does Jim know?”

“Yes."

"Oh, I'm so glad for him! Ray was always
his hero.” Her eyes shone with excitement.
“I can hardly belicvc’it's true.”

'7 can hardly believe all that’s happening
to me," retorted the Doctor. “Dick breezes
in and returns my car, won’t stay two
minutes because he says his wife will be
wondering where he’s got to, and he must
call to see Mark Phillips on the way.”
"Who's Mark Phillips?”

“As far as 1 could gather, he’s the chap
from whom the gangsters (I mean the other
gangsters) stole a car. It seems the owner had
had it specially tuned up, so that although it
didn't look much, it would do a terrific speed.
From what Dick said, I deduced that it had
been wrecked by a time-bomb that your boy-
friend Jim was messing about with.”

Pru suddenly remembered something.
“Ken told Mum that Jim had blown up the
gangsters with a time-bomb, I couldn’t
believe it.”

“It’s true. He didn't do it on purpose. I
understand they planted the bomb here, and
when Jim tried to dispose of it they got a
taste of their own medicine.”

“Here? Why then, Jim saved our lives! It
was jolly brave of him to take it away."

“I thought so, too,” said the Doctor
quietly. “That's why I gave him a shot of
some special stuff 1 had when I was in the
Forces, so that he wouldn’t miss the fun. The
Vicar has got a friend of his down from
M.1,5, and they’ve borrowed my car - or
should I say Dick's car? Dick’s driving to go
and arrest Professor Gog and rescue Ray and
his scientist-friend. Jim and Ken have gone
with them. You must use your own judgment
whether you tell your mother."

Pru passed a hand over her foreltcad.
“You're making me dizzy! Is this Professor
the head of the gang?"

"They think he is,” replied the Doctor
grimly, "but 1 know better!”

A voice came to them faintly from down-
stairs. The Doctor opened the door and
called “Yes?”

“Cup of coffee for you. Dr. Briggs! Will
you come down for it, or shall I
“I’ll come down, thank you. I’ve finished
up here.” He turned to Pru again. “I’ve just
come from the hospital. I've been trying to
save the life of the gangster who wasn't killed
outright.”

“Poor chap! I hope you succeeded!”

"/ think so, but he doesn’t - with the result
that lie talked rather freely. Gog is a traitor,
but the head of the gang is Lord Figtrec!”
Piu s mother called up the stairs again.
“It's getting cold. Doctor! Come along!”
“Then Burglar Bill and his friend arc going
to the wrong house!” wailed Pru. "However
can wc let them know?”

"I've told the police, and they're going to
get a message through. They won't do any-
thing themselves now it's a Secret Service
matter. Gog had to be rounded up it
doesn't matter much which they gel first.”
“But what about Ray and the scientist?”
"They’ll be rescued in time. I must go

now, or your mother will wring my neck.”

He was barely out of the room before Pru
jumped out of bed and dressed herself as
quickly as she could. She felt a bit shaky, but
otherwise all right. She looked round the
room to make sure she had everything she
needed, and then, for the first time, noticed
the knife stuck in the wall opposite the
window.

She stared at it with her mouth open,
hardly able to believe her eyes. Fancy her
mother not noticing it ! She’d liave a blue fit
if she saw it !

Pru guessed that the gangsters had thrown
it, but didn’t know how narrowly it had
missed her beloved Jim, nor that he had left
it there in case there were any fingerprints on
it. She pulled it out of the wall, decided it
might come in useful, and stuck it in
the waistband of her skirt where no one
would see it. Then she stole quietly down the
stairs. She could hear her mother talking and
the Doctor grunting in the living-room. She
crept out of the house without them seeing
her, wondering where Lord Figtrec lived and
how she was going to get there.

A taxi stood outside the door, and the
driver called to her. She recognised him as a
man who kept his cab at the garage where
Dick worked.

“’Ow much longer is the Doctor going to
be?” he asked. "I don’t know whether c
wants me to wait or not. When 1 arst 'im, 'e
just grunted.”

“I should think lie’ll be ages.” said Pru.
“Mother's giving him a cup of coffee.”

“Well, I’m not waitin' any longer,”
grumbled the man. “’E’ll ’ave to ring up if ’e
wants me again.”

He was just moving off when Pru ran after
him.

“Do you want a fare?” she asked.

“Whaddyc think I drive a cab for? Where
d’ye want to go?”

“lord Figtrec ’s house.”

"Lah-di-dah!” The man looked impressed.
He reached behind him and opened the door.
“Cornin’ up in the world, aren't we?”

"Down,” corrected Pru, getting in. “lie’s
a bad man.”

The cabby looked shocked.

“Yer mustn't say things like that. W’y, ’e’s
a Baron!” He let in his clutch, and the cab
jerked to a start.

“A bold, bad Baron!” said Pru firmly,
settling back to enjoy the ride.

I T seemed a very long way, and Pru felt her
courage ebbing. When at last the driver
pointed out a large and hideous mansion, she
made him drive past it a little way and put
her down out of sight of the windows. She
had just enough money in her ridiculous
little pocket to pay the fare and add a small
tip. She didn't know how she was going to
gel home again. Oh, well worry about that
later. She might not have the chance to go
home again ever!

She had a good look round from the top
of the wall, and soon saw a route by which
she could approach the house without being

At one point, as she crept through the
undergrowth keeping a sharp eye on the
house, she saw a man appear at one of the
upper windows of an octagonal turret above
the cast wing. She hid herself behind a bush,
and watched. There seemed to be something
familiar about him, but she couldn’t place
him at that distance until he pushed open tlic
window and began to lower a long white
thing which she soon realised was a length of
knotted sheeting. It must be Ray! She
noticed that his right arm was in a sling.

The improvised rope-ladder was very short.
He would never be able to jump from the end
of it without breaking some bones and per-
haps killing himself.

Someone else was now at the window,
leaning out and looking scared. Glad some-
one had some sense! But whatever was Ray
doing with a nurse? Did Lord Figtrec torture
his captives and then provide all the amenities
of a nursing home to restore them to health?

Pru noticed that Ray was standing behind
the girl at the window. As he was evidently
friendly with her, there could surely be no
harm in creeping forward and showing her-

self so long as she wasn't observed by any
of the gang who might be watching.

The shrubbery was now thicker, and as
she weaved her way through it she could no
longer see the windows of the little tower.

Suddenly something crashed into the
bushes near her. She couldn't see what it was
or where it had come from, but it was
enough that she had been detected. In a
momentary panic she thrashed her way
through the undergrowth; then, recovering
her courage and senses at the same time,
crouched us still as a mouse in the densest
thicket she could lind.

She hardly dared to breathe as she realised
that the shrubbery was being searched. The
hunter was moving very stealthily, but she
could hear the rustle of foliage and the
occasional snapping of a twig. Her heart
thumped so loudly she was sure the enemy
must hear it. She felt in her skirt and took
out the knitc. determined to defend herself if
she were in danger of being kidnapped again.

flic leaves in front of her were parted, and
a face at least as apprehensive as Inn: own was
thrust through- She and Jim stared at one
another with such flabbergasted expressions
that if there had been anyone else to observe
them that person would have been in danger
of laughing till lie did himself an injury.

“Pro!" gasped Jim, astonishment, relief,
and devotion chasing across his face.

"Pro! Whatever are you doing here'.’''

“The injured gangster told Or. Briggs that
Lord Figtrec was the head of the gang, not
Professor Gog. and the Doctor told me, so I
.came to rescue Ray. Why aren't you with the
others at Gog's house?"

"I thought I saw a signal from the little
lower, and as Burglar Bill told us he thought
figtrec was a sinister chap, I decided to
investigate.”

"Why didn't you tell the others?"

"Well, I wasn't sure, and I knew ihey had
to round up Gog anyway, and and I wanted
to get out of the car because because Ken
and I quarrelled.’'

"What about?”

"Oh, nothing, really. It was my fault.”

"I'll bet it wasn’t!"

"Listen. Pro. I've got a ladder under the
window where Ray is, but I can't get it up

without help. Are you game to come right up
to the house?”

"Of course !”

They reached the ladder unobserved, and
with Pro standing on the bottom rung and
hanging backwards grasping the third rung.
Jim managed to prop it against the walj. Ray
was no longer looking out. and they didn't

/; was "Gaiters'." He hat/ a Mmny-gtm

know how to attract his attention without
rousing the household, so Jim, conscious of
Pro's admiring gaze, ran up the ladder,
sieved the dangling end of the knotted sheets,
and began to swarm up towards the window.

He had nearly reached his goal when a
trousered leg appeared over the sill. He
recognised the voice that belonged to it as
that of his cousin Ray. Ray was saying, very

grulRy, as if his chest hurt, “Go quickly,
before I change my mind !”

Jim gave a low whistle. Ray peered over
the edge, his face haggard. He didn’t look so
much surprised as annoyed when he saw Jim.

Jim was so taken aback that he stam-
mered “I've c-comc to help you to g-get out.
It was P-Pru in the sh-shrubbery, she’s hold-
ing the ladder.”

“No one can help me. Jim," said Ray.
"Save yourself, and Pro. There's no escape
for me.”

Jim instinctively looked down at Pro, as if
to say. "Well, what do you think of that?”
forgetting that she was loo far away to hear.
It was the first tune he had looked down, and
his head swam. Ray noticed his vertigo, and
a strong arm heaved him over the sill and
into the room. A lovely girl with an inex-
pressibly sorrowful expression stood by the
door, a key in her hand. She was dressed as a

"Anna, this is my young cousin, Jim,” said
Ray, with a sort of weary politeness. "Jim.
this is Miss Anna I'm sorry. I don’t know
your other name. ”

' ’Szczy mano wsk i . ”

"Miss Anna Svcvyrnanowski. She can't
leave till you've gone, Jim, so if you feel like
tackling that bidder

Jim was no baby, but for some reason he
felt near to tears. There was something tragic
here, and he couldn't understand it.

Then Ray drew in his breath sharply, anti
sank back until he was half sitting on the
window-sill.

"Anna!” he said, leaning forward lensely.
"Is your name a common one?"

■‘Not not particularly. Why are you
looking at me so strangely?”

Jim would have liked lo know tlial. loo,
but Ray didn’t answer.

"What was your father's occupation?"
demanded Ray.

“Physicist. Why?”

"Christian name Kazimierar?”

Anna looked at him with mingled bewilder-
ment and hope.

“Yes. Don’t tell me you know him

“Not very well. But Ted llilfc did. They
worked together."

"Itiffe.' You mentioned the name but 1

wasn't I couldn’t ... IS Ted the same as
Hdward?" Ray nodded.

“Father used to write to him, but they

"They did. That’s doubtless why Ted was
kept away from this house.”

“ M 'here did they meet?”

“ ‘Shangri-la’,” answered Ray. His eyes
never left her as he walked over to her and
took her hands. He looked grave, but the
expression on Anna's face reminded Jim of

“Then he's out of their power!” she ex-
claimed joyously.

Ray gripped her hands more tightly.

“Yes,” he said slowly. "He’s out of their

Hi.s solemnity conveyed its message to her
at last. Her face seemed to crumple up. and
she fell sobbing on his shoulder. Ray put his
arms round her and held her close.

"You should be glad, Anna," he whispered,
his lips against her hair. "He died a free man.
happy amongst his friends. And now you are
free. too. You too are out of their power.”

When she lifted her race again, it was
ravaged but resolute. She walked across lo the
window.

"Will you go first, Jim?” she asked.

Without a moment's hesitation. Jim swung
himself over the sill. When he was on the
ladder, Anna swarmed down after him, and
he guided her feet on to the rung. Then he
gripped the sides of the ladder firmly, his
arms encircling her, so that she had both
hands free to help Ray. They reached t la-
ground safely.

“Tilts.” said Jim proudly , "is Pro."

Anna smiled tremulously, and Ray saul,
"Thanks for helping us lo escape. We'd
never have done it without you and Jim."

Before Pro could answer, a grating voice
broke in.

"We'll return by way of the stairs, if it's all
the same to you.” it said.

They all whirled to face the speaker. It was
"Gaiters." He had a tommy-gun at his hip,
and an expression on his face which indicated
that he would have no objection to using it.

(To be continued next meek.)

Make the most oj your sweet ration by
Experience proves one tube is the

iCadburys Cor mm

IS THERE A

Cfru&fau&PudctiM

ON THE FLOOR OF THE
NATIONAL GALLERY?

WHAT V* ^

funqusy^ '

EAT bWi

EVERY ^
DAY? i'fy/W

Not many people think of the yeast we use in

Yes * Only it is not a real Christmas pudding
made with flour and (run but is composed of
little pieces of coloured marble — a mosaic.

is. Consisting of millions of little vegetable
celts, yeasc sets up a ferment in newly made
dough which causes it to rise, making the
bread lighter and more digestible

in fact.

CAN YOU
MILK? i jj

1 lb. of Cadbury's
Chocolate.

WHICH IS THE MOST
WESTERLY
POINT IN ENGLAND?

■ What do people say when they want the best

■ chocolate and cocoa ’

I $ want CaMurtfs/

English mainland. Incidentally, if all the Cad-
bury's Milk Tray Chocolates eaten in one
week throughout the world, were put side
by side, they'd stretch from London to Land’s
End. It would take you about 30 hours to

MAKING YOUR OWN MODEL RACING CAR

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Joh / ite«d*uW 3 o<it
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your- mental fMclure <f
the subject is flawless
so th at when you look
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CONSTRUCTING
THE I LITRE
E.H.A. RACING 0*03
PARTY

-Sy G.W. Arthur 8rano( .

MATERIAL

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of the body, winch is
all balsa, the foliowiraa
material will be ^

needed :

lafF lflt*lm.xJtjin.

hard balsa

loff3fl:i3inxfein

hard balsa.

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hard balsa.

hard bdsd
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Cement.

I sheet O grade

S anjjzaper

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Sandpaper

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2 sheets fine Jap
TOOLS t ' 8SMe

A very sharp knife
or rrauar blade.

BOOV TEMPLATES

This week , let us concentrate, on the templates with which we shall
work to oofeun pert tret farm on both sides of the centre line..

The half sections shown here are exactly half scale, so if you procure
some graph paper and set to work, carefully laying out ftdi one to its
correct size, you will be. sure of obtaining c» satisfactory Job. 'l fou will,
of course, note that the shaded portion represents the template. Hie
blacked out portion borlg removed - When you have completed the mlarrp vj
process, transfer them, via eaten paper- and pencil , onto about
plywood , cut out- rand carefully smooth the contact (made) surfaces.

finally, with somedran/ing mKard a suitebepco, mark, each template
dearly with its number-, starting from forward rvith HP I -

THIS TIME MYSTERY CHIEF "W* REOFEATHER;

WE WILL WIPE THEM OUT/
THEIR SCALPS WILL HANG
FROM OUR WIGWAMS

CATTLE,' THE CATTLE WILL
^PROVIDE US WITH MONEY
ll^THEN WE CAN BUY RIFLES i
| ‘vV FOR YOUR BRAVE S/£

ul^HOOSE OUR
'GROUND FOR A
STAND >

GIT YOUR WAGGON

INTO THETl

^^lURRY UP
r WITH THET
| BARRICADE,
THEY ARE

Kkpormin'up/

CONTINUED.

BRITISH railways no

lifc Y TO NUMBERS

1. I lining Saloon

2. iTnmm-e Hall

3. (InniK

4. Crew’s Galley

5. Passengers’ Galley

6. Crew’s Accommodation

7. Engines

8. Boilers

9. General Cargo

10. Mails

11. Cabin Accommodation

12. Cabins de Luxe

13. Officers’ Cabin

14. Bridge House

15. Propeller Shaft

16. Engine Room Outlets

17. Stairs

18. Baggage Stores

S K I P PJT y THE KANG

AROO

BY DANET, DUBRISAY, GENESTRE

ANDRE SARRUT
PRODUCTION

HEROES OF THE CLOUDS

THIS WEEK WE CONCLUDE
THE STORY OF THE WEIGHTS
THEY MADE THE FIRST
AEROPLANE — PEOPLE
LAUGHED AT THEM AND
THEIR ACHIEVEMENT DID
NOT MEET WITH THE RE-
-COGNITION IT DESERVED.

CAPTAIN BRIAN ,
j NICHOLSON 0 S O

AFTER THEIR INITIALSUCCESS AT KITTYWAWK . IN 1903, PUBLIC INCREDULITY PERSUADED 1HE
WRIGHTS TD CONTINUE THEIR EXPERIMENTS IN PARTIAL SECRECy. THEY CARED LITTLE FOR
POPULAR OPINION. THEY BUILT A BIGGER, MORE POWERFUL BIPLANE AND WERE SOON
MAKING LONG FLIGHTS WILBUR TOOK A MACHINE TO FRANCE IN 1908 WHILE ORVILLE
STAYED IN AMERICA WHERE HE EVENTUALLY SUCCEEDED IN INTERESTING THE GOVERNMENT

EARLY FIYING WAS NOT WITHOUT ITS TRAGEDIES -
ON SEP. 12 .1908 AT FORT MYER, VIRGINIA, ORVILLES
PLANE CAME TO GRIEF AND HE WAS INJURED, HIS
PASSENGER, LIEUTENANT SELFRIDGE, AN AMERICAN
ARMY OFFICER, WAG KILLED.

“ANTOINETTE"
MONOPLANE 1910

WHILE ORVILLE WRIGHT WAS RECEIVING LITTLE ACKNOWLEDGMEN T IN AMERICA, WILBUR ASTOUNOEP
EUROPEAN EXPERIMENTERS AT LB MANS, PRANCE, ByA SERIES OF REMARKABLE FLIGHTS MANY
IMPORTANT PEOPLE CAME TO SEE HIM AND HIS WONOERFUL MACHINE. NOTICE THE DERRICK ON THE LEFT. THIS
HAD A WEI6HT CONNECTED TD THE LAUNCHING TROLLEY. WHEN RELEASED, IT CATAPULTED THE PLANE ALONG ITS RAIL

ATAUVOURS, PRANCE, WILBUR FLEW FOR AN HOUR AND A MALE HE
WAS VISITED BY ROYALTV AND ADVISED FRENCH PIONEERS AT
A TIME WHEN THEIR. MACHINES WERE HA ROLY CAPABLE OF
LEAVING THE GROUND. WILBUR WRIGHT DIED IN 191Z, OF TYPHOID
FEVER BUT LIVED TO SEE HIS HIGHEST AMBITIONS REALISED.

DISCOVERING THE COUNTRYSIDE

AREN'T THOSE CORMORANTS
STANDING ON THE ROCK
. DOWN THERE.

THE CORMORANT SWIMS LOW DOWN IN THE WATER
WITH HIS MEAD AND NeCK WELL UP. HE

IB AN EXCELLENT DIVER AND CAN CATCH AND EAT
ABOUT DOUBLE HlS OWN WEIGHT IN R6H A DAY. I
HAVE OFTEN SEEN ONE RETURN TO THE ROCK WITH A
MOUTHFUL OF FISH AND STAND FLAPPING HISWINGg.
IN ORDER TO HELP THE FOOD OOWN. , .

YES, JOHN. ^*1
^they'll HAVE FLOWN INTO
THE BAY FROM THE ISLAND
OUT AT SEA . GOOD FISHING
X. FOR THEM HERE.

WHEN FISHING HE WILL DIP HIS HEAC
BELOW WATER TO FIND HIS VICTIM
THEN 0IVE9 LIKE A FLASH
UNDER WATER HIS HEAD HAS A A

distinct silvery look

JUST NOW THERE WILL BE YOUNG
CORMORANTS TO FEED. NESTS OF
STICKS AND SEAWEED ARE
BUILT ABOUT MAY, AND THREE OR
FOUR BLUE EGGS WITH A CHALK W

THE YOUNGSTERS ARE NAKED AT FIRST BUT
LATER COVERED WITH SOOTY DOWN, WHEN
BEING FED THEY HAVE TO HELP THEMSELVES
BY THRUSTING THEIR HEADS INTO THE A
PARENTS MOUTH AND TAKING PAH TLY
DIGESTED FISH FROM THE THROAT^^H

COME AtONG YOU TWO,
TO LEAVE , EVEN THE
CORMORANTS ARE
N^GOlNG HOME.^

EAGLE CLUB

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9 June 1950

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will all enjoy, we would very much
like to k now mote about your iikesand
dislikes. We have already asked you about
your hobbies and pastimes. This lime we
want to know, for example, who arc your
favourite characters in British history, what
you enjoy most in fiction, and your pre-
ferences on many other subjects.

In order to obtain this information wc arc
arranging a scries of competitions, the first of
which you will find in this week’s Competition
Comer.

P KOBABI.Y many of you will like to hear
about the first trip of the eagle Chib
the visit to Silverstone Races. Here is a
report written by one of the Club members
Michael Gill of Clcethorpes:

“It was very exciting to go on my first long
railway journey alone from Clcethorpes to
Birmingham. There wc were met' by the
officials of EAGLE Club and the twenty-five
of us invited on this trip soon got to know
each other. Then we walked to a Restaurant
and had fish and chips and ice-cream After
that we went to the Odoon where wc had ice-
cream. After the show, we had another
supper and our get-together, and felt quiet
and excited. Wc collected our luggage as we
were to sleep on the train apd travel over-
night , which was another new experience. It
was rather noisy on the station, but being
tired I was soon asleep. When we woke in the
morning, wc were at Northampton. A bus
was waiting to take us to breakfast and then
on to Silverstone.

“The roads were very crowded with buses,
cars and motor-bikes. When wc had managed
to get into the car park we walked round the

track to the Grand Stand at Stowe Cornet
where scats were booked for us and there we
were given a cardboard box with our lunch
in it and lemonade and ginger beer to drink.
The crowds of people made it very exciting.

First, there was the race of small cars two
heats, and then the final. Then Raymond
Mays showed off the new B.R.M.

“At 2 o'clock the King and Queen and
Princess Margaret came to the race and we
got a good view of them as they drove round
the track, and when they came to watch the
race later from a near-by stand. The big race,
the Grand Prix d~ Europe, was a very thrilling
one which went on for 70 laps, though the
Italians looked as though they were going to
win, right front the start. While it was going
on, we had tea provided for us and more
ginger (top.

“After the race was over, we went across
the track and saw the Royal Box and some of
the racing cars. We managed to get several
autographs. We then made our way back to
the bus, most of us feeling very tired after a
new and exciting day. When wc got back to
Nonhants, we had supper and then made our
way to the sleeper which took us hack to
Birmingham

"I arrived home very tired but very thankful
for all that had been done for me to have had
an enjoyable weekend. I say a very big
’Thank you’ to eagle."

W t have now despatched all the Member-
ship Cards to those of you who applied
during the first three weeks, but we are left
with many names without addresses and some
letters without any name. If you sent in an
application for membership and have not yet
had your Badge, Certificate, and Membership
Card, send a letter with your name, address,
and birthday printed in BLOCK LETTERS
and say the dale on which you posted your
letter Mark your envelope eagle, Dept.
N.B., Colley House, New Street Square,
London, E.C.4.

Yours sincerely,

THE EDITOR

COMPETITION CORNER

There are prizes for all the competitions again this week. Ton can send all yaw entries
in one envelope, hut please put vour answer to each competition on a separate piece of
paper and put your name and address and Club number on each. Address to Competition,
EAGI-E, 4 New Street Square, London, E.C.4.

I. EAGLE CROSSWORD A prize of a £1 National Savings Certificate
will go to the sender of the first correct solution opened on June I2lh. If you don’t
want to cut out the puzzle to send in, write out the answers against each number
and send them in.

i Like monkeys (4)

3 Magazine title <5)

6 Space Fleet Controller (5)

9 Detective (3)

1 1 Country of pyramids (5)

13 Used to buy things (4)

14 Direction (2)

15 One or other (5)

17 Flat piece of land (I, 5)

20 Account (abbr., 2)

21 Opposite to bought (4)

22 Part of the body <4|

25 Friend (4)

27 Greeting (5>

28 Harden in metals <61
30 Slippery fish (3)

32 Knock out (abbr.) <2)

33 Front-page hero

34 Editor (abbr. 2)

35 Finished (5)

36 Same as 32

1 Measures time (3)

2 He lost his ship (7)

3 French conjunction (2j

4 P.C. 49's name (9)

5 Famous cricketer's Christian name
(in short) (3)

7 “An for ai

"(3)

9 Old English for taken (4)

10 Cartoon character (6)

12 Motor cycle race initials (2)

14 Help! (31

16 Royal Artillery initials

18 960 farthings (5)

19 Advertisement (abbr.) (2)

23 The dog has one, probably (1,4)

24 Office worker (5)

25 Sweet stuff (4)

26 Not generous (4)

27 Give it to help (4)

29 Movement of the head (3)

31 Nickname for a lion (3)

2. POPULARITY COMPETITION, No. 1 (see Editors Letter).
Write on a postcard, in order numbered I to 6, your choice of the six most popular
and interesting characters in British history. Prizes of a £1 National Savings Certi-
ficate will be awarded to those who give correctly the characters in tlic order of
popularity agreed by the judges. Your entry should arrive not later than June 12th.
1 Ell. L-UPS This is a new kind of competition. It consists of filling up the
blank spaces in a paragraph with the words you think have been left out. This is not
quite as simple as you may at first imagine because ail “Fill-ups" must have some
definite idea and reason in their construction; as in the following specimen, for
instance, where every missing word ends in the same two letters. Bearing this in
mind and reading carefully the remaining words of the paragraph you will easily find
at least one missing word which becomes a clue to all the others, but you may
experience a little trouble in getting these correctly.

When there's a job to be <ione don’t he a . . . and . . . vow shoulders, and don't get
and . . . yourself up as ... as a ... in a .. . You must . . . and . . . away at it
like a .. . It's far better to be a .. . than a . . .

A prize of a 10/6 National Savings Certificate will be awarded to the fire! list of
correct missing words opened on June 12th.

Lash Lonergan’s Quest

By MOORE RAYMOND

The hurtling boomerung swooped ot Y abbot abba's heml

The story so far

I ash Lonertan. Australia's champion roughrider
range al Coolahah Creek, hears that his unde lias been
■ml Dago Meaner claims lo he his heir, the Uncle's

Hunchback, lash follows the Hunchback Inn is injured
in a fighl wilh Messner. who waylays him. In spite of
his injury Lash wins the first event at the sports nest day .
He is also challenged by Messiler lo ride an unrideable
mare bare-back. The horse is Chuckle, and she lets Lash
ride her. Instead or £100 Lash accepts Choekle lo settle
the debt. The Hunchback sends a letter lo Lash and

will. The otter is to he placed in a tin in the middle of
■be road by sundown on Sunday. After the sports the
Hunchback robs a wealthy cattleman of jewels worth
thousands. Hearing that Dago has gone in pursuit of
the bushranger. Lash becomes suspicious and follows
him and is ambushed and imprisoned by Dago

Chapter 9

ImsIi Lonergan’ s Revenge

L ASH heard Dago and Greasy Joe
murmuring in the next room, but he
could not hear a single word they

said.

He could not believe that he lash Loner-
gan was lying a prisoner in the hands of a
man who had murder in his eyes.

What did Dago plan for Hie morning?
Dare he carry out his implied threat?

Presently Dago came in with a lamp and a
towel. Within a minute Lash was effectively
gagged.

Alone in the darkness once more, he won-
dered it he had the power to send a "rnulga
wire” like Mopoke and other blacks who
seemed to be able to project their thoughts.

He thought of Rawhide and Squib, pic-
turing them in his mind. At the same time he
forced the message to beat in his brain:
"SOS, Rawhide and Squib! SOS, Rawhide
and Squib!" Every time his mind started to
wander, he brought it back to the urgent call:
"SOS. Rawhide and Squib!"

Then somehow his mind refused to work
any more . . . and he fell asleep.

Suddenly it was dawn. Dago and Greasy
Joe were standing over him. They untied the
ropes round his feel, but left the whip- round
his wrists.

Without removing the gag, and without
waiting for the stiffness to go out of his
cramped limbs, the foreman and his mate
each took an arm and hustled l ash out of the
room. He grunted with cramp as they hauled
him down the steps and across the clearing
in front of the homestead.

No sound came from the men’s huts. The
stockmen were all asleep.

Half-walking, hall-dragged. Lash was fifty
yards inside the scrub when he heard a gentle
whinny. He looked up to see a beautiful black
horse. It was Monarch.

There was another horse, too. Beside the
second horse stood an aborigine. It was
Yabbayabba. armed with boomerang, nulla-
nuaila, and spears. The huge, almost-naked
black greeted Lash wilh an evil grin.

The helpless roughrider was hoisted into
Monarch's saddle. Greasy Joe tied a piece of
rope to his left foot, ran it under the horse's
belly, and lied it lo the other foot. Now it was
impossible for him to dismount.

Dago spoke and in the dawn light his
usually swarthy face looked grey and drawn.

"You're right. Lash." he said in a croaky
voice. "I haven't got the guts to do you in.
But from now on you’re in the hands of a man
who isn't so squeamish. I don't want this to
happen lo you, but you're getting to know too
much about me and The Hunchback and
things thai are going on. You'll be found
somewhere up there where they found your
uncle. So far as we three arc concerned, we
haven't seen you since the celebrations at
Oonawidgec last night. So you see. Lash, you
Ife'ren't smart enough for me after all. "
HL^gavc an order to the black. Yabba-

yabba took Monarch's bridle, sprang on to
his own horse, and rode off with l ash towards
the hills.

As Yabbayabba walked his horse through
the rnulga scrub. Monarch followed obedi-
ently.

Lash’s brain worked furiously, trying to
Brink of some way of escape.

There was one consolation his gag was
working loose. By creasing the buck of his
neck, and at the same time furiously moving
his lips and jaws, he gradually slackened the
hastily tied knot.

- As they had got too far into the bush for
Lash lo attract anyone's attention by yelling,
he contented himself with gulping great lung-
fuls of air.

"So I'm going to be found dead in the bush,
like Unde Peter T said Lash to himself. "Not
on your life. Dago, not on your crooked life!”

Wetting his bruised lips, the roughrider
swallowed hard, then spoke softly.

"Yabbayabba."

The blackfcllow swung round wilh a
ferocious expression and exclaimed: "You
yellem me killem!” At the same time he
raised his spear menacingly.

"Oh. pull your head in!" said Lash with a
laugh that belied the breathless anxiety he
felt. "Me no yellem." he added casually.

The black eyed him for a few seconds
before lowering the spear.

After a while the roughrider spoke again.
"Yabbayabba, you no killem this feller today,
tomorrow, sometime." said Lash in a tone of
mingled certainty .and warning.

The black did not reply.

“Yabbayabba," continued Lash evenly.
"Suppose you killem this teller, eh? Police-
man fella catchem you. Big feller judge
hangem you dead."

The black half-turned and replied derisi-
vely: "No feller catchem Yabbayabba. No
police fella catchem this fella, mine tinkit!"

The roughrider kicked out wilh I rente minus

"This fella," continued Yabbayabba.
"fixem Mis-sa Loncrgan longa gully.”

"WhatT

"But nobody catchem this fella, chT'Now
his smile was a gloating one as he watched
lash's horrified reaction.

"So it was 11 w who killed my unde!”
cried Lash, straining at the thongs that bound
his hands. "I always thought it wasn't an

Again the while quartz tip of the spear
came up to point at the roughrider.

lash subsiiled. His sudden docility was not
due to fear of Yabbayabba 's threat. It was
because his bonds were loosening. He fought
back his anger and looked as subdued as
passible.

Yabbayabba put the horses into a walk.

"Why you killem Mr. Loncrgan?" lash
whimpered.

( Though his wrists burned with the pain of
the chafing bonds, he kept straining them
first one way and then the other).

"Missa Lonergan no likem this fella,"
chuckled the black over his shouldcr.“This
fella no likem Missa Lonergan."

(fraction by fraction, lash was casing the
plaited thong that was rubbing the skin from
his wrists).

"Why you no likem he no likem?" asked
the young man meekly.

Yabbayabba turned with a grin of conceit

"This fella stealem cattle, stealem horses
longa Cootabah Greek."

(Lash wriggled his lingers. He could feel
his half-numbed hands begin to slide out of
the bonds).

“Mr. lonergan tinkit you stealem, ch?" he
asked.

"Missa Lonergan catchem this fella one
time." snarled the Mack. "Say he tcllcm police
fella, mine tinkit. This fella "

Y abbav .bba stopped short. He flashed a
suspicious glance at lash and slipped
from his horse.

Lash struggled swiftly to get his hands free,
but the black fellow was loo quick for him.

"Baal, baal!" shouted the aborigine, twist-
ing the whip around Lash's wrisLs.

lash gritted his teeth and cursed himself
for being so impatient as to give himself away.
Now Yabbayabba would he doubly careful.

The btackfeliow, tight-lipped and angry,
gave him a malevolent stare. Lash saw no
mercy in those eyes.

Yabbayabba remounted and rode on. hold-
ing Monarch's reins so short that the two
horses walked side by side through the scrub.

Lash looked up at the cloudless blue sky
. . . then around him at the rnulga, the
gidyea, the sandalwood trees and the saltbush
"Surely." thought Lash, "this can't be my
last morning in the bush land I love. SOS,
Rawhide and Squib! How I wish you were

The mood of despair passed swiftly. Once
more Lash turned his mind to the problem of
escape. He knew there was not much time lo
go. Already they had reached the flat, hard
claypans bordering the edge of the dried-up
Coolabah Creek.

Already they were approaching the hills
where murder had been done not long ago
and where murder was planned for today.

"Whatever happens." Lash told himself.
"I'll go down lighting. I won't just sit quiet
and let him . .

He wondered how Yabbayabba would
attempt the crime. If lie had some clue lo the
method, it might inspire a plan of escape.

"Yabbayabba,” he said at last.

The aborigine gave him a bitter glance, but
did not reply.

"Yabbayabba.” said Lash again. “You
spearem this fella, sometime police fella come
longa here, findem this fella speared by
Mackfella. Soon tindem Yabbayabba."

Hie black grinned craftily and replied : "No
spearem." After a while he added : "This fella
given one bang longa head Sometimes one
fella tindem you. fella tinkit horse shy, you
fallem off, hiltem head longa log."

Lash realised how easily such a crime could
be made to look like an accident just as
Uncle Peter's death was thought to be mis-
adventure.

The blackfcllow reined his horse to a halt.
He slid off and, moving to Monarch's offside,
went to untie the rope around Lash's ankle.

The roughrider kicked out with tremendous
speed and force. The black ducked in a flash.
The high heel of lash's clastic-sided riding
boot clunked against the frizzy head.

It was a blow that would have stunned a
white man. The black shook his head angrily
and, before lash could recover his balance,
gripped the young man's leg in a vice of

Within a few seconds he was flung to the
ground with brutal force, and the rope was
lashed lightly round his ankles.

"Mine tinkit you sayem prayers," said
Yabbayabba. "This fella sayem prayers too."
He began to mumble strange words.

Die black threw down his boomerang.
Now he was armed with his spear and nuila-
nulfct. Holding the spear in one hand and the
club in the other, he continued to twitch and
mumble as he advanced on the roughrider.

Two yards away from Lash, the Mack
threSv down his spear.

Grasping his club in both hands, he stepped
up to make the fatal blow.

lash kicked and struggled in a superhuman
effort to get free. But the bonds liekt him.

Yabbayabba lifted his millanulla.

Then Lash saw the hurtling boomerang.
Spinning and glinting in the sunlight, it
swerved and swooped at Yabbayabba 's head.

Tlte black, catching Lash's startled glance
at the same time as he heard the swish of the
boomerang, ducked just in time.

T he weapon sailed over his head, swung in
an arc, and went spinning back to its thrower
concealed behind a nearby coolabah tree.

Yabbayabba turned in a flash and stood
alert, watchful, rigid like an ebony statue.

“Mo-poke!" came a plaintive call.

"Mopoke!" cried Lash in delight. Since no
mopoke bird ever called in daylight, he knew
it was his aboriginal friend.

“You no killem this fella now," said Lash
in quiet, level, confident tones. "Mopoke
waichem. Mopoke tcllem police."

The black made a throaty, snarling sound.
He knew Lash was right. Now there was a
witness, so he must get rid of (his witness.

Lash now realised that his life depended on
the outcome of this duel between the two
black men.

Yabbayabba kept his eyes lixed on the tree
that concealed Mopoke.

To he continued

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THE LONELY SAILOR

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