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The Boy Aviators' Treasure Quest; Or, The Golden Galleon

Chapter 4 EBEN JOYCE APPEARS.

Word Count: 1960    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

the crowd proclaimed that the Golden Eagle was once more in sight. At first a mere speck against the blue, she rapidly assumed sh

ch better she flies than when she was l

of his voice, so as to be heard by t

; with its big crowd massed in one corner and dozens of tiny figures scuttling

oing to give

till the front elevating planes were dropped at an acute angle. There was a sharp

Billy, to whom floating in the air with the engine

" was t

on tig

gh they had been plunging through a hailstorm. There was a mighty buzzing in his ears, and every stay and wire on the big cr

down they

r shot into

ouldn't start t

ashed to death

gliding down on the earth that the earth was rus

at seemed unavoidable, there was a sharp "click" as Frank closed the circu

big aeroplane began to shoot upwards again in a long swingi

scattered in terror, as the monster craft bore dow

Malvoise as, having completed his repairs on the engine that had caus

s would certainly get the cup if it wasn't for my

volunteers laid on to the rear frames of his craft and held her back while he started the engine. The Frenchman took his sea

gine, preparatory to giving the word to let go,

im thr

eep hi

s he,

ld man; let hi

s cr

he is

shrill, cracked voice, "un

looked up

a young woman of unusual beauty, who seemed to be endeavoring to stop the aged man from going further. But he was not to be

want, old man?" ask

ign, the child of my brain from her top-plane to her landing wheel

I beg of you," entr

ze that I have been robbed of the work of ye

d the name of his employer, "don't talk so loud. I kn

red my working drawings and specifications for the Buzzard. For a paltry five hundred I sold them all to him on the understanding that I was to have a share in the business. There will be millions in it-millions in it for him, but not a cent for me; for the agreement that I foolishly signe

he brutal reply. "I simply am here to dri

ve no pity on us nor even direct where we m

the Frenchman, his eye scanning the sky, where the

a business deal on in which it is important he should not be known as an aeroplane speculator. If he learns that you are

ry and pitied me that I came down here to-day to find Luther Barr and see whether-although in law he owes me nothing-whether I could not per

accomplish. He shook off the touch of his daughter's hand on his ragged coat-sleev

on is ready and if Mr. Barr could find it in his heart to help me I would gladly share

our cracked brain you think is the greatest improvement of the age, as you say. What good would

ed rapidly to one of amazed anger as the aviator continued. Drawing himself up to his full height the ol

een robbed of your invention and it is evident that Mr. Barr means to adhere closely

uddenly and before the old man could step back out of the way, the helpers, t

huge juggernaut the black aeroplane bore down o

ified

nd of one of the planes struck the old man and

aw the accident and rushed to her fa

re was a deep gash in his head wh

ked up to see what had caused it, and there, right above them, was the Golden Eagle.

nded within a few feet of the crowd. The press made way as t

im on one of the cots," commanded Frank. "I'll tell Le Bla

lden Eagle's shed. His pitiful emaciation made their task an eas

ce's daughter, clasping her hands gratefully, yo

examined it, "but I think it is only a flesh wound. He'll

ghter," excla

uzzard and dismounted, hastened up. His face wa

l an accident," he cried. "I

nly replied Frank, looking full into the Frenc

Frenchman slowly, "why, no, monsieur

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