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CHURCH
CHAPTER XIX ' ^
Collins’ job was to assemble the
bombs and release all mechanical
restraints so that impact on the
noses would explode them. He start
ed to wind the vanes.
Meanwhile, Curt and Mclnnis put
saws to use. They cut half through
all the ground supports which held
the heavy wall firm, then sheered
through the ceiling ties. So much
wasn’t necessary, perhaps, but it
helped. Thus, an explosion of dyna
mite outside this wall would force
it back against the noses of the
bombs.
They then planted the dynamite,
dragged the two motors to the spot,
measured the fuse. Against the
chance that Collins might not proba
bly set the bombs—for they were,
after all, foreign to him—a can of
black powder was planted in the
cockpit of each machine. At length
the three charges were set, with
fuses that would allow Collins time
to get away.
Curt grumbled. “Collins wants
pictures. But we can’t risk lighting
up the window strip by the flash so
early. He’ll have to take them
when he’s ready to light the fuses.”
They looked in on Collins. In the
dead air of the tight-closed room
he’d sweated through all his clothes,
his face was shiny wet. No picnic,
this. He knew what his chances
were if he guessed wrong on these
bombs.
“Okay,” he told them, “I’m about
set. Only three noses left to screw
in, then all pins to remove.”
to “It’s one-thirty! late,” worried Took Curt. longer “Close) than
us
we’d expected. Slats will be phon
ing them any minute now.”
“Yeh. You two get going.”
“Might’s well.” But Curt was re
luctant. Then, “You’ve no watch,
Collins, take mine. It’s synchro
nized with Monahan’s.”
He handed it over and still hesi
tated. Collins lifted his head sharp
ly to speak again, but Curt held
up his hand.
“Okay, okay,” he said, “we’re on
our way.” He set the camera on one
of the cylinders, carefully, to bal
ance it. “We’ll fire the grass now.
There was a shower this evening,
it’ll take a little time to get it
blazing good.”
Curt and Mclnnis snatched up
bunches of tinder-dry grass from
sheltered spots as they ran to the
front of the hangars. Curt was get
ting anxious.
His worry was short-lived! Curt
and Mclnnis were brought up short
as they rounded the end of the hang
ars. The tennis court at the other
end of the field was now ablaze with
lights!
Even as they stared, a small band
of men was emerging from behind
the office building headed this way.
“Six of them, Jerry! The two of us
can’t count on holding off that gang
with pistol fire!”
4 “Blaze the grass. Curt! All the
way to the fence and around the oth
er side of the hangars to the rear
fence!”
“Sure, sure! A solid wall of fire
ought to slow them up — long
enough!”
Curt lit his first bunch of tinder,
planted it, raced on with another.
Mclnnis did likewise, heading
around the other end of the long
building. They met at the back. By
now there was a swiftly creeping
line of fire behind them blocking off
the hangars within this entire cor
ner of the field.
There was nothing they could do
for Collins but shout into the build-
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ing a warning oFThe men ~on The
way. Collins was now grabbing off
his pictures—the planes from dif
ferent angles. He’d taken the row
of bombs already.
Curt and Mclnnis raced across
the black fields, stumbling constant
ly but making ground. There were
shouts behind them.
Then came the furious chugging
of a motorcar, headed from the up
per end of the field.
“They expect to get behind us,
Jerry, head us off! We’ll have to
stop that before they reach our
car!”
They were close to the airfield
branch. They turned, running at top
speed toward the car, which hadn’t
yet rounded the curve of mountain
side. There were half-rotted logs
left from clearing the field. Curt and
Mclnnis had perhaps a minute and
a half—a minute. They tugged and
hauled at one of the logs. Rains had
sunk it into the ground, set it. They
pried it loose and slung it across the
tracks. The driver would see it,
but not in time to stop.
Then came the car. Around the
curve of mountainside it sped. It
hit the log, bounced from the rails,
turned over. But not before a fig
ure had snapped open the door and
shot from it. A man rolled over
and over, then scrambled to his feet.
“Toenjes!” shouted Curt joyfully.
Toenjes it was—a wild man in the
flare of the car’s headlights which
still worked, curiously enough, one
of them slanting skyward. He had a
gun in his hand but was helpless
from both the glare of lights and the
loss of his glasses.
Curt coolly put a bullet into the
man’s shoulder. “Explain that
away, my fine friend,” he grunted,
“when the investigation breaks.”
There were two others in the car.
One was apparently pinned down,
the other hurt and feebly trying to
climb through a window. Neither
was Ryden nor Lannestock.
“Jerry! They planned on Lee and
the kids as hostages if I got wise!
That business works two ways. We’ll
take Toenjes with us. Then if things
don’t go well at Tempujo—”
“Okay. Grab him.”
Between them Curt and Mclnnis
seized the raging, helpless man and
hustled him along the tracks toward
their car. Toenjes’ legs didn’t pump
fast enough to suit them and as a
result they dragged him most of
the way.
They kept glancing up toward the
radio sation high above. No lights
showed, it was a black mountain
side. They reached the car, bound
Toenjes’ hands behind him, gagged
him to get rid of his insane, splut
tering threats, and tossed him in
the back. Another glance upward
and a light popped on and off sev
eral times under and between the
two shafts. A rectangle it showed,
a window.
“Man, is that a relief!” exclaimed
Mclnnis. “They’ll send no messages
tonight!”
“Yeh, didffit know myself what
Slats would be up against,” Curt
admitted. He discovered his mouth
was dry. He laughed.
They looked back. The black bulk
of the hangars showed up within a
solid thick wall of fire. The waist
high grass blazed fiercely, throwing
flames high into the air. They were
licking at the trees overhead, they’d
spread beyond the fence.
Against that sheet of light they
saw Collins come stumbling their
way. He reached them, out of
breath, tossed the camera into the
car, gasped out that things were
ready to pop, and collapsed on the
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back seal. ' There tie “1 discovered
Toenjes. picked
“Traveling companion we
up to keep you company,” said Curt.
“Dr. Toenjes himself, if you please.
He’ll be glad to see we get through
to Soledad, no doubt, no doubt, if
the need arises.”
One thing remained. Mclnnis did
it. He lit the fuse to the charge
of black powder that would blow the
bridge behind them, even as Curt
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muffled explosion.
stepped on the starter, and jumped
to the running board. He slid in
side as the car shot off.
They’d covered half a kilometer
when Mclnnis, eyes on his vYrist,
said, “Half a minute, Curt!”
Curt stopped the car, all three got
out. They stared back. The flames
had spread to the trees, but as they
were not oily species, only a pale
lick of fire outlined the lower
branches. The half minute passed.
A minute.
“Guessed wrong on the fuses,”
muttered Curl. “Or you didn’t light
them on the dot.”
Then, before anyone could speak
again, there came a dull, muffled
explosion. In the light of the fire,
the straight lines of the hangar
buckled, the roof mushroomed—on
one end. But the walls held together.
“One of the planes,” Curt gritted
out from between set teeth.
“The completed one,” added Mc
lnnis. “At least we got—” ■
The sentence was lost in another
muffled explosion which merged in
stantly into a mighty, pulsating roar
that made their ear drums ache,
and the aerial bombs exploded by
two and threes a split second apart.
The ground, even at this distance,
shook and rolled, and the three men
staggered for balance. They saw a
gigantic umbrella of fire shoot up
from a flaming base. The entire
copse of trees was lifted skyward.
Hundreds of feet into the air shot a
tremendous fountain of blaze dotted
with debris and scrap, hanging there
for an instant in midair.
“Well, that’s that. Rest is up to
you, Collins—to get them rounded
up, whoever’s left. Ryden and Lan
nestock were probably caught in
that. You’ll have to make sure.
We’ve got Toenjes. And Montaya,
he can’t crawl out from under.”
They turned to the car only to
find it had been bounced from the
rails. They hauled and tugged and
lifted. Scarcely was it on the rails
again than there came another ex
plosion, closer at hand but lighter.
They jumped apart. The charge
set under the bridge behind them
had done its work. No motorcar
would be lifted across the drainage
channel tonight.
“Cripes, I’d forgotten that one,”
exclaimed Mclnnis.
He laughed. So did Curt and Col
lins, and it eased the tension. There
was now no need for secrecy. They
used the car lights and stepped on
the gas. But thoughts of possible
trouble ahead tightened their nerves
again. To cover this there was a
sudden burst of conversation.
“We’re safe enough till we get to
Tempujo,” said Curt. “This will
have roused them there. Afraid they
heard it in Soledad. Hope it doesn’t
worry Lee.” He realized he was
chattering and slowed his speech.
“We’ll ditch the car well outside of
town and cut across country to the
river, then make our way down
the bank to Jerry’s skiff. We can’t
be positive that holding Toenjes will
get us through Tempujo. It’ll be
bad going ...”
Collins was talking, too, more to
himself than to the others. “Well,
they can’t radio out, or telephone,
or use the railroad. Let’s hope they
can’t fly out tonight. We’ll get
to Soledad by four at the latest.
I’ll have the Comandante rush sol
diers to San Alejo at once, and I
can have a couple of our planes up
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And HM Mclnms had ) his couple of pen
nies’ worth to put in. “We’re okay
once we cross the Negro. I left
some men at Riverbend just in
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Collins began to take some in
terest in his fellow passenger. He
played his flash on Toenjes, and
turned the .man’s head this way
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ana that. Toenjes was Beginhlnf
;o suffer considerably from pain in
his shoulder, but his eyes were mur
derous. A slow, unbelieving smile
spread Toenjes’' over Collins’ face. He ripped
open shirt and pulled it
away from the wounded shoulder.
He found a puckered scar there,
an old one, not three inches from
the bleeding hole Curt had made
tonight. And then he began to laugh.
He laughed and he laughed until
tears rolled down his face. The
men in the front seat turned for
an explanation. It came in jerks.
“On a silver platter,” cried Col
lins. “Mr. Curtis, you’ve made one
of the neatest hauls this year. Dr.
Toenjes? I hadn’t seen him before,
you know. This is Herr Albrecht
Werner Fisch, no less. Red-handed.
One of the biggest, slipperiest,
agents the Nazis have in Latin
America.”
“You sure?”
“I’ll bet a month’s pay. He
dropped from sight over a year ago
and we finally gave up on him and
supposed he’d been recalled or just
plain liquidated for some reason.
Shave off this beard and you’ll find
an uneven scar under the right jaw
line. He’s really nearsighted, too.
Didn’t have to play-act that. Man,
oh, man. I had nothing to do with
it, but does my stock rise? I’ll never
be able to live up to this.”
The rails clanked faster than the
tick of a watch. The speedometer
climbed to forty, to fifty, and the
car swayed from side to side. The
black night, thicker than ever with
the lights cutting a swath in front,
rushed by at a furious pace. The
passing of telephone poles became
a steady swish-swish.
Curt was muttering again. “Wish
I dared go faster.” His thoughts
were on Lee. On Lee and the
kids. On Buddy and Chuck, and
on the little Mitchell girl. On to
morrow—and tomorrow, and tomor
row.
And then it was tomorrow. The
sun slanted down hotly on the after
deck of the San Timoteo. The As
sociated vessel was pushing her way
north over a smooth sea. There
was a cooling breeze, and cumu
lus clouds moved serenely across
the sky.
Buddy, Chuck, and Sylvia Mitch
ell, all in sun suits were playing
under the watchful eyes of the ship’s
nurse. The boys were making clown
ish efforts to balance on their heads
their huge straw sombreros, much
to the amusement of the little girl.
Each was trying to outdo the other
in his strutting.
Curt and Lee were standing by,
his arm about her waist. They were
silent, and Lee felt Curt’s arm tight
en as the children’s voices rose
shrilly, hilariously. She looked up
and saw the look in his eyes, the
beads of sweat above his brows
and on his upper lip, and she knew
what he was thinking.
“Don’t, dearest,” she whispered.
“Don’t, darling. Aren’t we all safe
and sound? If there’s any fault, it’s
mine. You’d have stayed home if
I’d said to.”
He looked down at her, and his
eyes slowly cleared. He kissed her
lightly on the temple and they saun
tered off, his arm tight about her.
At the entrance to the central stair
case he paused—and yawned, pro
digiously.
“I could do with another nap,”
he said, on snapping his mouth shut.
“You?”
“We slept all morning!” she ex
claimed. “We won’t sleep tonight!”
“We can sit on deck tonight,”
hopefully.
“No moon.”
“There’ll be stars. And there’s
no charge for just sitting.”
Lee laughed. "All right, silly.
We’ll go down again.”
The door to the purser’s office
opened and there was movement in
the corridor. A steward was tack
ing a paper on the bulletin board.
“News!” said Curt.
With Lee, he crossed the corridor
eagerly, to stare at the typewritten
sheet.
“Puerto Soledad, Tierra Libre,”
read the radio dispatch. “In a raid
by army troops on the headquar
ters of the Compania Agricola Trop
ical at San Alejo this morning, what
appears to have been a direct Nazi
plot against the sovereignty of Ti
erra Libre was disclosed, with the
arrest of Senor Apolonio Montaya
and twenty-four persons of doubtful
nationality . .
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ited Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Tedder
Sunday afternoon.
Mr. and Mrs. E. Z. Hill spent Sun
day with Mr. and Mrs. Carlton
Pierce.
Mrs. Lou Cross and Mrs. Lue
Frank Lee, of Donalsonville, spent
several days recently with Mrs. Ezra
Sheffield.
Mr. Robert Forrest, of St. A’n
drews, Fla., and Mr. Cooper Forrest,
of Donalsonville, spent Saturday
night with Mrs. C. L. Pierce.
Mrs. Miller, of Arlington, return
ed home Tuesday, after visiting rel
atives here several days.
Mr. and Mrs. Emmett Hill and
children have moved back to Don
alsonville.
Those visiting Mr. and Mrs. C. L.
Pierce Sunday were Mr. and Mrs.
Curtis Williams, Mr. and Mrs. Ezra
Sheffield and daughter, Dorothy.
Messrs. Ezra Sheffield and Clinton
George were in Blakely Friday.
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Mr. and Mrs. G. W. Yates, Mr.
and Mrs. V. E. Williford and Mr.
A. G. Moulton, of Tallahassee, Fla.,
were in our burg Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Morris Duke, "of
Cowart, Ala., spent Saturday night
and Sunday with her mother, Mrs.
J. E. Barefield.
Mr. Wilmoth Gibson, of Port St.
Joe, Fla., was in our community
Saturday and Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Curtis Dunning call
ed on Mr. and Mrs. B. E. Hodges
Saturday afternoon.
Mrs. Naomi Montgomery spent
Sunday with Mrs. Horace Williams.
Mr. and Mrs. Dave Love gave Mr.
and Mrs. W. B. Regan a pop call
Sunday morning.
Messrs. J. H. Sheffield and B. E.
Hodges motored up to Blakely Sat
urday on business.
Misses Nannie Mae and Mary
Love spent Saturday night with Mrs.
Henry Bowen.
Mrs. J. w. Dunning returned
home with Mr. and Mrs. Wilmoth
Gibson for a few weeks’ visit.
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GEORG A—Early County:
To all whom it may concern:
Myrtle Scott Diemmer having, m
proper form, applied to me for per
manent letters of administration on
the estate of Walter Asa Scott late
of said county, this is to cite all and
singular the creditors and next
kin of said Walter Asa Scott to
and appear at my office within the
time allowed by law. and show cause
why permanent administration should
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day of February, 1943.
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HELD NEXT WEEK
The February term of the City
Court of Blakely will be convened
by Judge J. W. Bonner next Mon
day, February 15. The following
have been drawn to serve as jurors:
J. H. Hunt, H. D. Elliott, Juliar.
J. Moore, Floyd Amos, W. C. Cook.
J. J. McLendon, H. A. Mobley, Wil
lie Jim Hammack, M. T. Howard.
C. W. Shierling, A. M. Moulton, J
D. Gruber, W. R. Averitt, T. F. Dan
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W. R. Weems, J. B. Widener, J. A.
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