"Dixon, Franklin W - Hardy Boys 037 - The Ghost At Skeleton Rock (Original)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dixon Franklin W)38 The Mystery at Devil's Paw 1959, 1973
39 The Mystery of the Chinese Junk 1960 40 The Mystery of the Desert Giant 1961 41 The Clue of the Screeching Owl 1962 42 The Viking Symbol Mystery 1963 43 The Mystery of the Aztec Warrior 1964 44 The Haunted Fort 1965 45 The Mystery of the Spiral Bridge 1966 46 The Secret Agent on Flight 101 1967 47 The Mystery of the Whale Tattoo 1968 48 The Arctic Patrol Mystery 1969 49 The Bombay Boomerang 1970 50 Danger on the Vampire Trail 1971 51 The Masked Monkey 1972 52 The Shattered Helmet 1973 53 The Clue of the Hissing Serpent 1974 54 The Mysterious Caravan 1975 55 The Witch-Master's Key 1976 56 The Jungle Pyramid 1977 57 Mystery of the Firebird Rocket 1978 58 Sting of the Scorpion 1979 CHAPTER I A Puzzling Message "LET'S see if you can get us down in one piece, Frank!" Blond, seventeen-year-old Joe Hardy leaned forward in the airplane as his brother circled in for a landing at the Bayport airfield. "Don't worry, Joe. If we crack up the first time, I'll try again," the dark-haired boy quipped. Frank, who was a year older than Joe, grinned as he eased the craft downward in a graceful turn. A third occupant of the plane, the regular pilot, smiled and said, "You're doing fine, Frank." Jack Wayne, lean-faced and tanned, was Mr. Hardy's pilot on all his chartered flights. Today Jack was teaching the boys how to fly the six-place, single-engine plane which their father had purchased recently. "There's a gusty wind, so come in at a slightly higher airspeed," Jack reminded his pupil. Frank's pulse quickened as he lined up on the runway and reduced power. The beautiful blue-and-white craft descended in a normal glide. The landing strip and parked planes below seemed to rush up at them, the details growing larger as Frank headed toward the ground. "Watch out for those telephone lines!" Joe cried out. The wires loomed squarely in front of the plane's nose. If Frank had judged his glide angle correctly, the wires should be dropping below his field of vision. Instead, they seemed to be coming straight at the plane! |
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