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killing machine.

Two opened the hangar doors. Others busied themselves making four pursuit planes ready for the air.
These ships were the most modern craft. yet the sinister men showed familiarity with the mechanism.

Three yellow raiders rushed up to the planes. carrying guns and bombs. The guns were quickly attached.
the bombs were racked in clips on the undersides of the planes.
More men secured four parachutes from a locker room. No time was wasted in scampering about the
airport hunting for things. They knew exactly where everyt hing was located.

The planes were strong-armed out of the hangars. Four Orientals dug goggles and helmets out of their
clothing. The helmets were a brilliant red color.

The men cinched on the parachutes, then plugged into the cockpits. The scarlet helmets made them
resemble a quartet of red-headed woodpeckers.

Exhaust thunder galloped across the tarmac as the motors started. Prop-streams tore dust from under the
ships and pushed it away in squirming masses.

The planes flung along the runway, vaulted off, and slanted up into the now moon-whitened sky.

The Orientals who had been left behind lost no time in quitting the airport. Racing to the three laundry
trucks, they entered, and drove hastily away.

Three or four minutes after the planes departed, no one was left at the airport. The two watchmen lay
where they had dropped, still unconscious. In the ditch beside the road sprawled the three slain drivers of
the laundry trucks.

The adjacent countryside slept on peacefully. The four planes booming overhead attracted no attention,
since night flying was not unusual even at this quiet port.

Within ten minutes, Long Island Sound was crawling under the craft. The surface of the Sound was like a
faintly pitted silver plate, shimmering in the brilliant moonlight.

The planes spread out widely and flew low. Each Oriental pilot had high-magnification binoculars
jammed to his eyes. With the same machine thoroughness which bad stamped their bloody actions at the
airport, they searched the Sound surface.

It was not long before they found what they sought - a narrow craft trailing across the Sound at the head
of a long wedge of foaming wake.

The planes headed purposefully for this vessel.

Chapter 2. SEA PHANTOM
THE quarry came rapidly closer. More details of the craft were discernible. The half-caste Mongol pilots
continued to use their binoculars. They tilted their planes down in steep dives toward the unusual vessel
below.

It was a submarine. It resembled a lean-flanked, razorback whale several hundred feet long. Big steel
runners extended from bow to stern, sled fashion. Amidships, a sort of collapsible conning tower reared.