The boy aviators in record flight; or, The rival aeroplane (1910) (14749786511)

Identifier: boyaviatorsinrec00pays (find matches)
Title: The boy aviators in record flight; or, The rival aeroplane
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Payson, Howard, 1879-1917
Subjects: Children's stories, American
Publisher: New York, Hurst
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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lead. The steers were bellowing and 196 BOY AYIATOES IN EECOED FLIGHT. throwing their heads high in the air as they advanced,and the noise of their hoofs seemed a perfect Niagaraof sound. Get your gun out and load. We may have to useem before long, exclaimed Bart Witherbee. Some-times the noise of shooting will turn a lot of stam-peders. Do you think it will stop them? asked Billy. I dunno, was the grim reply. Maybe yes,maybe no. Weve got to try to save our lives as bestwe can. On and on went the chase, the auto fleeing like ascared live thing before the pursuing peril. BartWitherbees face grew grim. Wont they get tired soon ? asked Billy, whocouldnt see how the steers could keep up the terriblepace much longer Tired, echoed the plainsman, not much, lad.Itll take a whole lot to tire them. Why, Ive seenem go clear over a cliff. Theyre like mad thingswhen once theyre stampeded. Suddenly the auto came to a stop. Whats the matter? shouted Witherbee, in asharp tone that showed his anxiety.
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THE NEW YORK.PUDUC LIBRARY ASTOR, LENOX A>^0T«LD£M FOUN0ATieN«S. BOY AVIATORS IN EECORD FLIGHT. 199 For reply Lathrop pointed ahead. Right in front of them was a deep arroyo or watercourse with steep banks fully thirty feet in height,effectually blocking progress. The boys were trapped. What shall we do? cried Lathrop with a whiteface. Not much of anything as I can see, replied Bartwith a shrug. Looks like this is our finish. On swept the steers. The boys could now see theangry little red eyes of the leaders gleaming savagely.Their horns were as long and sharp pointed as spears. Everybody get out your guns and fire, it mayscare em, commanded Witherbee. Quickly the four revolvers of the party were emp-tied in the face of the advancing onrush, but not asteer wavered. Its all over, groaned Witherbee. But suddenly a dark shadow swept down from theskies so close to the boys in the auto that they couldalmost feel the rush of wind as the great body sweptby. It was the Golden Eagle. Fra