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Alias-the-Blackbird-Chapter-10
THE BLACKBIRD rushed him at the door. He reeled, and caught up a chair, swinging it above his head. It crashed in full flight against the lintel, the Blackbird cowering and ducking aside, deftly. "Come on! Come on!" shouted Hammer. "I'm here! You see me! Come on and fight it like a man!" The Blackbird had disappeared around a corner of the doorway, quick and sly. Hammer picked up a pine bench, facing the entrance savagely. He lurched a step forward. There was no pain in his shoulder now. All his…-
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Alias-the-Blackbird-Chapter-09
FACE down on moist earth Hammer lay. He heard the Blackbird swinging over in that tight circle, wings 45° to the pond surface, riding the inside rim of an invisible air cone. The quiet engine droned with the steadiness of a bumblebee and scarcely louder, never varying its soporific note. It was buzz-btizz-buzz—then br-rup! as the black plane came around in its orbit, and buzz-buzz again, circling away. Hammer lay quiet under the withered, crispy leaves of an oak scrub, between a cleft formed by two…-
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Alias-the-Blackbird-Chapter-08
IT HAPPENED with a speed approaching that of lightning. Time moves swiftly in the air. It is no place to float and cogitate. The black ship shot up toward his bow. He could not climb away. He hauled her nose high, but she would not take the air. She rolled and toppled over to one side, like a terror-stiffened horse hearing a rattler’s klir underfoot. The blackbird zoomed with streaking wings. It leaped like a rocket. Level, its black wings swept by the gray boat at three hundred feet a second.…-
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Alias-the-Blackbird-Chapter-07
CEDAR spun the propeller of the HS boat, with a sharp snap, and a quick jump away, as Hammer directed him. The loud engine yelled, the propeller blast tore up the surface of the lake. Cedar scrambled to shore and pushed the boat off, swinging it bow outward by one wing. Over the furrowing water it fled into the wind, while Cedar stood watching it a little while, saturated by the driven water of the propeller’s wake. He turned and left the shore, as he saw the boat leap off. He climbed up the slope to…-
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Alias-the-Blackbird-Chapter-06
STABLING his white mule on the shore of Bitter Lake, Cedar heard a plane droning over the hills. He sought cover on the shore and watched it narrowly, being by no means sure that it was not the Blackbird. A gray seaplane, smaller by half than the Beetle, was sailing down from the east into the valley that cupped the lake. It came, turning into the wind, and settled its tail in the water. Its bow swung round; it churned toward the farther shore and beached in the shallows below Cedar's cabin. When its…-
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Alias-the-Blackbird-Chapter-05
THE HOLD-UP of the Gold Beetle was not the only crime that was carried out in the next few days. On that same night, for instance, down in Tuxedo, fifteen miles away, a rich man’s summer mansion was gutted of a treasure in old paintings and hand-fasioned silver dinnerware, three times as precious—were the thief able to dispose of it at market price—as the treasure taken from the Beetle. The thief, or at least an accomplice, was immediately arrested, however. The mystery was a question, so far as the…-
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Alias-the-Blackbird-Chapter-03
CAPTAIN HAMMER lay still a long time after the Gold Beetle had crashed. He was prone in the darkness of the forward gangway, a space not much bigger than a coffin. The great ship, stalling, nose up, as Hammer pushed back the wheel yoke, had poised with treetops brushing her keel, then dropped flat as a pancake. She broke through snapping tree limbs, crashing with shock after shock. Her splintering tail struck the ground first, taking the brunt of the blow, and was immediately shivered to kindling. Then,…-
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Alias-the-Blackbird-Chapter-02
SERGEANT CEDAR RUDD, who had charge of a fifty-square-mile section of forest and mountain in the Ramapo hills, inland from Stony Point-on-the-Hudson—riding fire patrol over it spring and fall, gunning for timber thieves and fur thieves in the winter, acting as nursemaid for hordes of city campers in the summer—was a witness to the piracy of the great Gold Beetle and the butchery of her pilot in the air. Cedar Rudd didn’t see it all completely, true, for clouds were rolling low overhead; a cobweb…-
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Alias-the-Blackbird-Chapter-04
“BLACKBIRD!” Captain Hammer was muttering. “Damned murdering Blackbird! I know you’re watching me. Blackbird! I can feel your sharp eyes—” “You just rest easy, sonny,” Cedar advised patiently. “You’re in the police cabin of the Iron Mine District. Ain’t nothing going to hurt you here.” Aided by the big trooper with the mashed face, Cedar had carried Hammer into the nearby police cabin. Amsel was gone, galloping off on Cedar’s white mule, to fetch the police surgeon, who was…-
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Alias-the-Blackbird-Chapter-01
OUT OF the east she came buzzing—the great Gold Beetle, a five-ton F-5-L flying boat, with twin motors roaring. She had come up the Hudson from Manhattan, and headed inland between Haverstraw and West Point, on a line which would have brought her, in three hours’ steady flying, straight across New York State to Rochester. She was carrying two hundred and fifty pounds of minted gold, consigned to a Rochester bank, by the most rapid—and what was believed the safest—possible method of transporting…-
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