The Green Killer by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-02-21T10:34:25+00:00

The Avenger had passed the gasoline hose to the end man on the near wing. There was a moment’s fumbling.

“Let ‘er go.”

The Avenger started the fuel pump. The stream would keep everyone occupied for several minutes before that tank was filled. Benson touched Mac, and they slid onto the wingtip.

They walked toward the open port, not fast, not slow, quite as if they belonged there. They were just two dark blobs among other dark blobs.

They stepped inside.

Here they couldn’t see at all. Even The Avenger’s marvelous eyes couldn’t penetrate the blackness. But they could sense a lot of men in the cavernous cabin. Then one spoke.

“I don’t see why we couldn’t have just one small light,” came an irrit-able voice. “You can’t see your hand in front of your face.” Mac stiffened and felt a slight tensing of the body beside him as The Avenger caught it, too.

It was Heber who had spoken. The man they were after. Benson started slowly toward him.

“Pipe down,” somebody said to Heber. “Why show even one small light for somebody to come and investigate? It’s a wonder we haven’t had ten yaps in canoes gawking around, anyhow, after the splash we made landing.”

“But just for a minute—”

Mac nodded. Heber, the captive, was trying to reveal the presence of the plane to anyone on shore who might be alert. That might result in an investigation and a chance for him to get free from the gang.

“No!”

“I—” Heber began.

That was all he said. There was silence. Then a slight flurry of feet.

Mac began to sweat blood. The anesthetizing nerve pressure on the back of the neck was all right, but it didn’t work instantly. As plainly as though he could see, Mac knew what had happened.

Benson, not trying to communicate with Heber in the midst of this mob, had found his throat and pressed to put him to sleep. But in the meantime, Heber was managing to wiggle around a little in spite of the iron vise of The Avenger’s hands.

“Hey, what’re you making such a noise for?” came a suspicious voice.

Mac said instantly, “I’m only scratchin’. Can’t a guy scratch his back?”

“Sounds like you were scratching it with a boat hook.” The flurry of sound had ceased. A hand touched his wrist, pressed it.

The pressure told Mac that The Avenger had Heber and they could go now.He edged toward the door.

Somebody said, “Maybe we better have a light, at that, for a second.” And a flashlight winked on.

In that cramped space it could hardly fail to show what was happening.

The ray, however, didn’t just hint at something wrong; it lit squarely on Benson, showing him with the limp Heber in his arms and edging toward the door.

There was stunned silence for half a second. Mac’s flying foot caught the hand holding the flashlight, and it winked out. And after that, about six platoons of men seemingly swarmed all over Mac and Benson.

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