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120 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1930


"Watch this needle," said the flyer, pointing to a dial on the instrument board. "It is the tachometer, and it shows how fast the propeller is turning around. The reading is now two hundred revolutions per minute; when I push forward on the throttle the needle shows how much faster the propeller is turning. You hardly notice the noise of the motor in this closed cabin, but in a ship with an open cockpit you could hardly hear yourself think."
"I'm not taking any chances," she [the family housekeeper] replied. "Mrs. Hinson just phoned that two jail birds escaped from the county jail last night. They're both murderers, and there's a posse of twenty men out looking for them. Isn't that just frightful?"I can't find the bit that hints at the boys' ages - I think they're around 10-12.
"Huh, what's that?" Uncle Jim looked up with interest. "Murderers? Escaped from the county jail? I say, Dick, there's an idea for you! Let's cancel that airport trip and go man hunting in the Red Eagle instead!"
"I'm with you. A man hunt always did appeal to me. How about it boys?"
"Suits me fine, Dad," replied Richard. "But why can't we have a little competition? You and Uncle Jim take the Red Eagle and Ned and I will take the Swallow. We can get Howard to give us a start. The winner can have the glider all day tomorrow."


"When the Red Eagle was again on her journey, Uncle Jim continued his talk. "I believe the most interesting advance in aviation is the 'flying windmill' or autogiro. You've seen pictures of it, and in fact some members of the club have been experimenting with one. The monoplane wings are very small, but directly over the cockpit is a huge rotor, like an oversized four-blade propeller. The aerodynamics are a little hard to understand..."

"A lot depends on the outcome of this," said Uncle Jim. "You can try it three times, and if you fail the third time, - " Uncle Jim shook his head sadly as before.
"That's better," said uncle Jim. "But don't feel set up too much over it - if you hadn't walked that line to the end, I'd have felt like paddling you both!"But no pressure, right?

"Uncle Jim groaned, and as Ned and Richard turned to look at him, he slumped forward in his seat and fell inert upon the floor. The Red Eagle, released of its guiding hand, slipped sidelong into the rush of the wind, and went reeling in a sickening tail-spin toward the earth, nearly a mile below.

