The Tarnished Angels Page #5

since his recent air crash.

The planes are in position now,

all set for the racehorse start.

And there they go, down the field!

Rounding the pylon it's the favourite,

Frank Burnham, in the lead.

In second place it's Roger Shumann

in his Lafayette Escadrille biplane.

Trailing in third place

is Speed Murphy.

As they turn the lake pylon

and head for the field pylon,

it's still Burnham in the lead,

Shumann second, and Murphy third.

Round the first pylon again,

Burnham sets the pace.

Shumann's second, and Murphy third.

Around the lake pylon it's still Burnham

ahead, with Shumann closing in!

- Can Roger catch him?

- He will.

Even if he has to kiss the pylons.

Here they go around the

field pylon, wing to wing.

Looks like they're playing

tag with the pylon!

And it's Burnham with a slim lead.

Go on, Rog! Go get him!

It's Shumann passing Burnham with

a sensational death-defying turn!

And now Burnham must catch Shumann

as they both turn the lake pylon.

Look at them go! It's still

Shumann in the lead.

Shumann's plane just

brushed the field pylon!

Shumann and Burnham are

almost wing to wing now!

Watch them round that pylon as they

battle for the first-prize money.

Again it's Shumann up front,

and he's staying there.

Burnham can't pass him as they

swing around the lake pylon.

There they go!

Burnham's crowding Shumann! No!

No! Pull away! Pull away!

(SHRIEKING)

Stay off the field, Please,

stay off the field!

Folks, stay off the field, please!

Clear the field! Please,

clear the field!

Will you people please

stay off the field!

Come back. Are you

out of your mind?

(CAROUSEL PLAYS "AULD LANG SYNE")

FAIRGROUND WORKER: Hurry, hurry,

hurry, folks! Step right up...

Beautiful.

Even if Matt Ord does own it.

It's real beautiful.

Yeah. Like a laid-out corpse.

Take a look.

Not the scenery, the engine.

What's the score?

- Looks like you struck out.

- What's wrong with it?

The electrical

system's on the blink.

- It can be fixed, can't it?

- Nah.

Somebody tried, and they gave up.

- Answer my question!

- There isn't time.

Got better than 16 hours

before starting time tomorrow.

Are you forgetting sleep?

Can you do it?

Answer me! Can you?

No!

I need this plane.

Well...

Maybe I could get it

running again, but...

I don't know for how long.

That'll be my worry.

Leave the cowling alone.

- You know what?

- What?

I'm wishing hard.

I wish that Matt Ord don't forget

how much he hates your guts.

Let's get back to the caf.

Can Jack really fly a plane?

He'd be soloing by now if I

hadn't put my foot down.

How long will your foot stay down?

I don't know.

He's growing up fast. Awfully fast.

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