Chapter 574:

Just as he was about to leave, he glanced across the small note on the table and glanced at me. "Another roof," I read with a pencil sketch. "If you want, you can meet me at the flight field before dawn." If I like it! I stuffed the paper into Follett, Follett took a look, accidentally twisted it into a pile of oil and lit the cigar. But his hand shook.
Needless to say, we went to the airport shortly after midnight. Bruce was there, walking around turbulently. Near him is a huge three-wheeled biplane, its maneuvering buzzing.
Bliss told us briefly: "I have replaced me." "Others will lose the smell on the roof, and I will continue to observe."
^Resolve our expectations. In my opinion, this is desperate. The flight field rose slightly. The shadow of Constantinople was scattered below us. There is no moon to give it shape and substance, it is just a deeper lake of darkness, with silent roofs and minarets interspersed. How does Bliss expect to see his quarry escape? Suppose he escaped at night? Even during the day,
The first streaks of dawn found that we were still waiting, our ears strained by the buzzing of aircraft engines. However, when it arrived, almost no golden edge of the sun appeared on the horizon. It came from the east, directly from the golden glory of the sun. It is getting closer. an airplane.
"There is no glider," Fowler murmured, his tone disappointing. But when we suddenly saw a shadow from one of the countless roofs below us, he barely spoke. It flies so fast, flies by at incredible speed, that all we see is blur. but-
"Glider!" Bryce gasped. "My God! How did he do it?" We stared, silent in surprise. This plane, which flew by itself only a second ago, is now towing a glider, which emerges from the roof, as if by magic!
After a while, we sank into the cockpit of the triplane and started to catch up. This pursuit keeps us going until the sun goes down and we find ourselves in the endless tawny waste of the Arabian Desert.
And now-what? Like I said, the plane we took all day maintained but did not increase the distance between us. Every hour brings us new hope that the next hour will bring capture-or at least some clues, fragments of information. However, the plane was still dragging the glider, driving smoothly, smoothly and steadily. And we dare not open fire and try to bring it down, so as not to destroy our insignificant chance of following it to our destination.
One now it has disappeared. Suddenly, the speed I described increased by leaps and bounds. In ten minutes, it had become a spot on the distant horizon-in another instant, it disappeared. We are alone. Night fell. If we look back, our gasoline might make us safe. If we continue-what?
I turned to my companion. Still maintained a noncommittal attitude, but felt very disappointed and worried. His ruddy English face was frowned and knotted, and his blue eyes were black. He shook his head quickly. We understand. Of course, looking back is the only thing to do. To continue is ridiculous. Our quarry has completely disappeared. But this is sad. We were fooled again, we were fooled. We are disappointed that the tiny cockpit is like a cloud of mist. Bryce threw it on the stick in disgust. In response, our right wing lifted up a bit, as if it was shaking, then stabilized and the plane continued to move forward. Bryce's eyes flickered in surprise. He pushed the stick back and threw it to the other side. Obediently, our left wing rises, as if to tilt, and a tremor passes through it,
Fowler leaned over, his eyes gleaming, blushing, longing. "Climb!" he yelled amidst the roar of the car. "Get up!" Nodded, but it was useless. That plane is like a living thing. Anything we can't do will derail it. We stared at each other. Are we angry? Are we hypnotized? But our minds are clear and hypnotic thoughts are absurd because we try to look back. The machine refused to obey.
Bend down again. "Drop!" he shouted. Bliss nodded, but the plane refused to respond. Continually advancing, like death, accelerated.
"Try to slow down the motor." I yelled to my ears, and I leaned over to watch the results.
The motor is slow. The roaring buzz gradually weakened, our speed continued! The sound of the wind on the wires did not abate! The speedometer on our dashboard has climbed!
Bryce turned around. In the deepening dusk, his face was mushy white. His hands fell on his sides. There was a hissing sound and the pulsed motor was silent. The plane is unmanned, unmanned, flying alone!
We sat quietly, not believing in the terrible, death-like silence. Our ears listen to the deafening roar of motors all day long, as if they would burst in sudden pain. When the plane was flying at high speed, there was no sound on the wires, only the sound of wind. A bow of infinite darkness bends above us. Below us is an empty blank desert.
We did not speak. I know that I cannot break the ominous peace with my own voice. We sat there quietly, watching, waiting.... The rapid darkness of the desert fell like a velvet curtain. The stars burst out, as if illuminated by an invisible hand. Follett got excited and leaned forward, breathing heavily. My eyes follow his eyes. Before our plane disperses the bright, dim, rosy road, the ghost like a living ember. It cut through the darkness of the night like a burning finger, and along it, we seem to be galloping away on an invisible track!
"The speed of that plane," murmured, breaking the silence, "that's it!"
Follett and I nodded. Well, I can imagine that we are traveling at the same amazing and impossible speed. But we are powerless and at a loss what to do. What power is hidden behind this band of light that makes us irresistibly attracted to it?
The ruddy road brightened. The light becomes stronger. Our speed has increased. The sound of wires has almost surpassed human hearing. The plane trembled like a living creature under inhumane control. The big glowing eyes suddenly burst from the edge of the horizon-the source of light! I instinctively closed my eyes. What power might that eye have? Bliss and Follett thought of them the same way because they hid on the cockpit floor and pulled me with them.
"Take care of yourself!" Bliss murmured, "This may blind us."
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