The Mental Wizard: A Doc Savage Adventure by Lester Dent (pseud. Kenneth Robeson)

Author:Lester Dent (pseud. Kenneth Robeson)
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: fiction, Doc Savage (Fictional character), adventure
Publisher: Distributed Proofreaders Canada
Published: 1937-10-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter XI

WHAT MONK SAW

Renny had flown in planes being shot at before. He rolled, sideslipped, got out of the rain of slugs from O’Neel’s attacking ships. Simultaneously, Renny eased over to make room for Doc to get into the other pilot’s seat.

Monk, clipping slugs into a machine pistol, squeaked, “How’d they know we were in this plane? How come they attacked us right away?”

“This is a Colombian war plane, ignuts,” Ham told him. “We’re out of Colombia a long ways. What would a Colombian war plane be doing here, if not hunting these birds? Naturally, they jumped us.”

“I don’t like that name you called me!” Monk complained.

Bullets came into the plane’s cabin and stitched a neat design, geometrically semicircular, on the cabin floor and in the ceiling.

“I don’t like that, either!” Monk squeaked. “Renny, you tryin’ to get us shot?”

As a matter of fact, Renny was doing some very good flying. Doc Savage said so as he eased into the other pilot’s seat, and Renny looked very gloomy, which meant he liked the praise. He settled back to watch some flying that was flying.

The plane was big. It had been built to carry a lot of bombs high and far, and to fight if necessary. It was one of the latest design war giants of the air. But the attacking planes were also the latest. Colombia was not so far behind with her air force.

Three against one, the odds. But one was a scientific master who had long realized the importance of airmanship, and had studied it as he had studied many things, with an absolute intensity of concentration that amazed those who saw.

Doc flew. The big plane had been banking, rolling, in an effort to escape. Under Doc’s handling, it whipped straight for the opponents.

“Monk!” he called. “Among our equipment is a case numbered A311. Bring it!”

The bronze man’s voice carried through over the motors’ roar without being unduly loud, and Monk heard and leaped to comply. The after section of the plane was loaded with a number of cases—metal boxes, very light, which contained the innumberable scientific gadgets which Doc had occasion to use.

They had been aboard the cruise ship. Doc and his aids had sailed on the cruise ship on a vacation, but they had taken vacations before—and had them terminate in as choice mêleés as hell ever spawned.

Monk came forward with case A311.

“Open it,” Doc said, “and release the contents shortly after we pass those planes.”

They went past the three stolen war planes with a sobbing howl of engines, and a gnashing of lead against metal and wood as a single machine-gun found them. Considering that each of the attacking planes carried two gunners aft, who could shoot in almost any direction, it was remarkable flying.

Monk began emptying the contents of the cylinder which had been in case A311 through the plane window. Monk wore a big, expectant grin. He thought he knew the contents of that cylinder.

Doc Savage zoomed their big plane at the three attackers.

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