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w we started to ride high； like a speedboat in the summer races。 I looked at the panel。 The air…speed indicator stood at ninety。
Amos' voice came over to me。 〃Calculated lift velocity； this flight； one ten。〃
I nodded without looking at him and kept opening the throttle。 The needle went to one hundred； then one ten。 The waves were beating against the bottom of the hull like a riveting hammer。 I brought the needle up to one fifteen； then I started to ease back on the stick。
For a moment； nothing happened and I increased our speed to one twenty。 Suddenly； The Centurion seemed to tremble； then jump from the water。 Free of the restraining drag； she seemed to leap into the air。 The needle jumped to one sixty and the controls moved easily in my hands。 I looked out the window。 The water was two hundred feet beneath us。 We were airborne。
〃Hot damn！〃 one of the men behind me muttered。
Amos squirmed around in his seat。 〃O。K。； fellers；〃 he said； sticking out his hand。 〃Pay me！〃 He looked over at me and grinned。 〃Each of these guys bet me a buck we'd never get off the water。〃
I flashed a grin at him and kept the ship in a slow climb until we reached six thousand feet。 Then I turned her west and aimed her right at the setting sun。
〃She handles like a baby carriage。〃 Amos chortled gleefully from his seat。
I looked up at him from behind the radioman； where I had been standing as he explained the new automatic signaling recorder。 All you had to do was give your message once； then turn on the automatic and the wire recorder would repeat it over and over again until the power gave out。
The sun had turned Amos' white hair back to the flaming red of his youth。 I looked down at my watch。 It was six fifteen and we were about two hundred miles out over the Pacific。 〃Better turn her around and take her back； Amos；〃 I said。 〃I don't want it to be dark the first time we put her down。〃
〃The term in the Navy； captain； is 'Put her about'。〃 The radioman grinned at me。
〃O。K。； sailor；〃 I said。 I turned to Amos。 〃Put her about。〃
〃Aye； aye； sir。〃
We went into a gentle banking turn as I bent over the radioman's shoulder again。 Suddenly； the plane lurched and I almost fell over him。 I grabbed at his shoulder as the starboard engineer yelled； 〃Number five's gone bad again。〃
I pushed myself toward my seat as I looked out the window。 The engine was shooting oil like a geyser。 〃Kill it！〃 I shouted； strapping myself into my seat。
The cords on Amos' neck stood out like steel wire as he fought the wheel on the suddenly bucking plane。 I grabbed at my wheel and together we held her steady。 Slowly she eased off in our grip。
〃Number five dead； sir；〃 the engineer called。
I glanced out at it。 The propeller turned slowly with the wind force but the oil had stopped pouring from the engine。 I looked at Amos。 His face was white and perspiration was dripping from it； but he managed a smile。 〃We can make it back on five engines without any trouble。〃
〃Yeah。〃 We could make it back on three engines； according to the figures。 But I wouldn't like to try it。 I looked at the panel。 The red light was on for the number…five engine。 While I was watching； a red light began to flicker on and off at number four。 〃What the hell？〃
It began to sputter and cough even as I turned to look at it。 〃Check number four！〃 I yelled。 I turned back to the panel。 The red light was on for the number…four fuel line。
〃Number…four fuel line clogged！〃
〃Blow it out with the vacuum！〃
〃Aye； aye； sir！〃 I heard the click as he turned on the vacuum pump。 Another red light jumped on in front of me。 〃Vacuum pump out of mission； sir！〃
〃Kill number four！〃 I said。 There was no percentage in leaving the line open in the hopes that it would clear itself。 Clogged fuel lines have a tendency to turn into fires。 And we still had four engines left。
〃Number four dead； sir！〃
I heaved a sigh of relief after ten minutes had gone by and there was nothing new to worry about。 〃I think we'll be O。K。 now；〃 I said。
I should have kept my big fat mouth shut。 No sooner had I spoken than the number…one engine started to choke and sputter and the instrument panel in front of me began to light up like a Christmas tree。 The number…six engine began to choke。
〃Main fuel pump out！〃
I threw a glance at the altimeter。 We were at five thousand and dropping。 〃Radio emergency and prepare to abandon ship！〃 I shouted。
I heard the radioman's voice。 〃Mayday！ Mayday！ Cord Aircraft Experimental。 Going down Pacific。 Position approx one two five miles due west San Diego。 I repeat； position approx one two five miles due west San Diego。 Mayday！ Mayday！〃
I heard a loud click and the message began over again。 I felt a hand on my shoulder。 I looked around quickly。 It was the radioman。 There was a faint surprise in the back of my mind until I remembered the recorder was now broadcasting the call for help。 〃We'll stay if you want us； sir；〃 he said tensely。
〃This isn't for God and country； sailor！ This is for money。 Get goin'！〃
I looked over at Amos； who was still in his seat。 〃You； too； Amos！〃
He didn't answer。 Just pulled off his safety belt and got out of his seat。 I heard the cabin door behind me open as they went through to the emergency door in the passenger partment。
The altimeter read thirty…eight hundred and I killed the one and six engines。 Maybe I could set her down on the water if the two remaining engines could hold out on the fuel that would be diverted from the others。 We were at thirty…four hundred when the red light for the emergency door flashed on as it opened。 I cast a quick look back out the window。 Three parachutes opened； one after the other； in rapid succession。 I looked at the board。 Twenty…eight hundred。
I heard a noise behind me and looked around。 It was Amos； getting back into his seat。 〃I told you to get out！〃 I yelled。
He reached for the wheel。 〃The kids are off and safe。 I figure between the two of us； we got a chance to put her down on top of the water。〃
〃Suppose we don't？〃 I yelled angrily。
〃We won't be missing much。 We ain't got as much time to lose as they have。 Besides； this baby cost a lot of dough！〃
〃So what？〃 I yelled。 〃It's not your money！〃
There was a curiously disapproving look on his face。 〃Money isn't the only thing put into this plane。 I built her！〃
We were at nine hundred feet when number three began to conk out。 We threw our weight against the wheel to pensate for the starboard drag。 At two hundred feet； the number…three engine went out and we heeled over to the starboard。 〃Cut the engines！〃 Amos yelled。 〃We're going to crash！〃
I flipped the switch just as the starboard wing bit into the water。 It snapped off clean as a matchstick and the plane slammed into the water like a pile driver。 I felt the seat belt tear into my guts until I almost screamed with the pressure； then suddenly it eased off。 My eyes cleared and I looked out。 We were drifting on top of the water uneasily； one wing pointing to the sky。 Water was already trickling into the cabin under our feet。
〃Let's get the hell out of here；〃 Amos yelled； moving toward the cabin door； which had snapped shut。 He turned the knob and pushed。 Then he t