The Boy Aviators' Polar Dash - or Facing Death in the Antarctic by [psued.] Captain Wilbur Lawton
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swing his "lariat" it vanished.
"Ah-ha, my beauty, I'll get you yet," was all the professor said on these occasions. His patience was marvelous. One day, as the ships were plunging along through ice-strewn seas, not far to the eastward of the inhospitable and bleak Shetland Islands, the professor accomplished his wish, and nearly ended his own career simultaneously. The boys, who were amidships talking to Ben Stubbs, were apprised by a loud yell that something unusual was occurring aft, and ran quickly in that direction. There they saw a strange sight. The professor, with his feet hooked into a deck ring, was holding with both hands to the end of his lasso, while the albatross, which he had at last succeeded in looping, was flapping with all its might to escape. "Help, help, he'll pull me overboard," screamed the professor. "Let go the halliards!" roared Ben, who saw that there was, indeed, danger of what the professor feared happening. "I can't let him escape. Help me!" yelled the professor. "My feet are slipping!" he went on. "Let go of the albatross," shouted the boys, who with Ben were hastening up the ladder leading to the raised stern. It did not look, however, as if they could reach there before the professor was carried overboard like the tail of a kite, by the huge bird he had lassoed. |
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