刀模雕铣机: “He would tie them to a life preserver and throw them over where somebody he ‘expected’ could get them,” agreed Sandy, with surprising quietness. “Only—a woman threw the life preserver.”。 Larry was keyed up to a high tension; but he had no lack of confidence in himself. Night flying, of course, differed from daytime piloting. But Jeff was in the second seat, with the Gossport tube to his lips. 贵州大学图书馆首页
刀模雕铣机“Why didn’t I think of that?” grinned Jeff. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that-there is right.”“And he’s flying after Jeff!” gasped the detective—leaping up he started out. “Come, boys—Larry, will you try to fly us? I’ve been on the wrong angle all along. Will you take us in Jeff’s airplane, Larry?”
The eyes fluttered open, the lips trembled.
Food, ice-drip trays and vegetables in their dry-air receptacles, were all they discovered by a painstaking search. A glance into the “hydrator” packed with vegetables, crisp lettuce, long endive, and other varieties, a foray behind and under everything satisfied them that another clue had “gone West”—and left them very much out of favor.
Gently he drew back the stick, opening the throttle carefully.
All four of the Sky Patrol members gasped as the light blazed out.“There’s money we’ll never get,” said Sandy.As the beaters separated, and widened the circle of their search, the sounds of calls, shouts, voices identifying one another grew fainter.
“Look here!” Dick began to chuckle. “We’ve got a queer combination to work with—our Sky Patrol has! Suspicious Sandy—and—Superstitious Jeff!” Sandy grinned ruefully, a little sheepishly. Larry smiled and shook his head, warning Dick not to carry his sarcasm any further, as Jeff frowned.
“Well,” he reflected, “its something, now, anyway. We can look for a Frenchman—and learn if there’s one named Gaston.”
Its speed accelerated at the start by the engine the airplane picked up speed rapidly because its nose was steadily going down.。
“I’ll have you calling me ‘Successful Sandy’ before I’m through.”。