EAGLE 1 DON'T T > GOING TO EAGLE - THE NEW.Ji NATIONAL STRIP CARTOON WEEKLY THREEPENCE 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 ? of P. C.49 FROM THE FAMOUS RADIO | series by ALAN STRANKS yOUV€ BEEN HERE A MONTH WITHOUT PAYING ME A CRACKER . IP YOU DONT COME THROUGH WITH SOME DOUGH 8V THE MORNING I’M CHUCKIN' YOU OUT $8 I TOLD YOU DOPEY \ DAVIS WAS HOLDING THE tXJUGH WE GOT FROM THE BANK JOB THE COPS GOT IT WHEN THEY SEARCHED! HIS JOINT. Js ylM SICK OF / THI6 DUMP, | ANYWAY WE’LL DO A JOB TO- NIGHT, PAy you OFF AND GET OUT OF TOWN. PLOT AGA/NST 1W£ WOPLP Chad Varah 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 « TOOfMT BSP LEFT These two views mill wlwtte>wa<nDranUc *md tail should loot like mhen completed - Study them closely, he cause, next time vc them hath. Before, starling <vy Joh / ite«d*uW 3 o<it pokey to erasure that your- mental fMclure <f the subject is flawless so th at when you look at yaurworking ■hawinas e»cti part Ihcftnshol W//J'// J illigif 1 THE E R A. BQPV RADIATOR AltO GRILLE . CONSTRUCTING THE I LITRE E.H.A. RACING 0*03 PARTY -Sy G.W. Arthur 8rano( . MATERIAL For the COnsteuouun of the body, winch is all balsa, the foliowiraa material will be ^ needed : lafF lflt*lm.xJtjin. hard balsa loff3fl:i3inxfein hard balsa. I dencaff 3fr * 14 *, xfein hard balsa. hard bdsd I lube (large) Balsa Cement. I sheet O grade S anjjzaper I Shed OO grade Sandpaper 1 fc*>e pladic wood Cophtmal/; 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 AMD EDITOR'S PAGE 9 June 1950 The Editor's Office EAGLE 43 Shoe Lane, Loudon, EC4 T O help us plan our future policy and supply you with features which you 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 REAL LIFE MYSTERIES THE LONELY SAILOR lures began. Wrecked ofT Alaska he built a job. 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