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Authors: The Adventures of Vin Fiz
Tags: Fiction, General, Voyages and travels, Action & Adventure, Family, Juvenile Fiction, Magic, Fantasy & Magic, Brothers and sisters, Twins, Siblings, Technology & Engineering, Aeronautics & Astronautics, Transportation, Aviation, Rescues, Airplanes
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the corner of one eye to see what direction the bandits were escaping.
"We can't just fly around and do nothing."
"At least we can fly ahead of the train and warn any other trains that might be on the same track. We can do that much." Then he gripped the control levers, not so much to steer the airplane as to feel the pluck and spirit of Vin Fiz through his fingertips. "Go!" he urged the enchanted airplane. "Fly as fast as you can over the track ahead of the train."
Vin Fiz needed no urging. As if she could understand Casey's every word, she made a wide turn and began skimming down the tracks at a speed that took the twins' breath away. Faster and faster the Wright biplane flew. The silver rails flashed below in a blur that dazzled their eyes. They looked so close, it seemed that Lacey could reach down and touch them—not that she actually thought of trying.
The telephone lines along the track hurtled by faster than Casey could count them. The twins had never realized Vin Fiz could plunge through the air so fast, so fast that they were pressed back against their seats, unable to lean forward. They could do nothing but clutch the armrests of their seats as fields of corn and wheat swept past with alarming speed.
The airplane had no speedometer or air speed indicator, so they had no idea how fast they were flying, but they would have bet every penny in their piggy banks that they were going a hundred miles an hour.
Floopy was in dog heaven. Like a dog in a car leaning out an open window smelling the dozens of strange scents carried on the breeze, he sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. A basset hound's nose is very sensitive, and he soaked in the aromas from the surrounding countryside in a state of bliss.
They spotted two men up ahead pushing the levers of a go-devil up and down. A go-devil, you might like to know, is a handcar used on a railroad for transporting supplies and workers. It looks like a teeter-totter on a table. "Stop!" Casey burst out, and Vin Fiz abruptly slowed to a crawl. "Get off the tracks!" Casey yelled at the startled workers. "There is a runaway train coming down the track."
The railroad workmen looked confused for a moment but took Casey at his word, lifted the go-devil off the track and set it out of the way. Then Vin Fiz resumed flying over the track as if she were being chased by a giant airplane eater.
All of a sudden, a tunnel appeared ahead. Vin Fiz hesitated a few seconds before making her decision. Instead of flying up and over the big hill like any other logical thinking airplane, she frightened the wits out of the twins by flying right into the yawning mouth of the entrance. It was as black as the soot on their fireplace back home. All they could see was a pinprick of light far off in the distance. But Vin Fiz flew as straight as an arrow without touching the walls or ceiling of the tunnel until she burst into the sunlight again.
Their fears having flown away, Lacey and Casey were pleasantly surprised to see a small town rising up before them with a train station sitting beside the railroad. But that wasn't all. There beside the station, stopped, was a passenger train filled with people, a train facing in the direction of the approaching runaway locomotive.
The children stared in dismay because they could see that an awful calamity was in the making.
If the train, which was already huffing and puffing in front of the station, could not get out of the way in time, there would be a terrible pileup. Without losing a minute's worth of time, and beyond the twins' understanding, Vin Fiz dove toward the railroad track, leveled out in the nick of time and landed in front of the locomotive, coming to a stop a few inches in front of the cowcatcher, a funny-looking, sloping device mounted on the front of the locomotive to push unwanted snags off the tracks. Since cows were always behind fences and almost never walked on the railroad tracks, they rarely had the opportunity to be pushed out of the
"We can't just fly around and do nothing."
"At least we can fly ahead of the train and warn any other trains that might be on the same track. We can do that much." Then he gripped the control levers, not so much to steer the airplane as to feel the pluck and spirit of Vin Fiz through his fingertips. "Go!" he urged the enchanted airplane. "Fly as fast as you can over the track ahead of the train."
Vin Fiz needed no urging. As if she could understand Casey's every word, she made a wide turn and began skimming down the tracks at a speed that took the twins' breath away. Faster and faster the Wright biplane flew. The silver rails flashed below in a blur that dazzled their eyes. They looked so close, it seemed that Lacey could reach down and touch them—not that she actually thought of trying.
The telephone lines along the track hurtled by faster than Casey could count them. The twins had never realized Vin Fiz could plunge through the air so fast, so fast that they were pressed back against their seats, unable to lean forward. They could do nothing but clutch the armrests of their seats as fields of corn and wheat swept past with alarming speed.
The airplane had no speedometer or air speed indicator, so they had no idea how fast they were flying, but they would have bet every penny in their piggy banks that they were going a hundred miles an hour.
Floopy was in dog heaven. Like a dog in a car leaning out an open window smelling the dozens of strange scents carried on the breeze, he sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. A basset hound's nose is very sensitive, and he soaked in the aromas from the surrounding countryside in a state of bliss.
They spotted two men up ahead pushing the levers of a go-devil up and down. A go-devil, you might like to know, is a handcar used on a railroad for transporting supplies and workers. It looks like a teeter-totter on a table. "Stop!" Casey burst out, and Vin Fiz abruptly slowed to a crawl. "Get off the tracks!" Casey yelled at the startled workers. "There is a runaway train coming down the track."
The railroad workmen looked confused for a moment but took Casey at his word, lifted the go-devil off the track and set it out of the way. Then Vin Fiz resumed flying over the track as if she were being chased by a giant airplane eater.
All of a sudden, a tunnel appeared ahead. Vin Fiz hesitated a few seconds before making her decision. Instead of flying up and over the big hill like any other logical thinking airplane, she frightened the wits out of the twins by flying right into the yawning mouth of the entrance. It was as black as the soot on their fireplace back home. All they could see was a pinprick of light far off in the distance. But Vin Fiz flew as straight as an arrow without touching the walls or ceiling of the tunnel until she burst into the sunlight again.
Their fears having flown away, Lacey and Casey were pleasantly surprised to see a small town rising up before them with a train station sitting beside the railroad. But that wasn't all. There beside the station, stopped, was a passenger train filled with people, a train facing in the direction of the approaching runaway locomotive.
The children stared in dismay because they could see that an awful calamity was in the making.
If the train, which was already huffing and puffing in front of the station, could not get out of the way in time, there would be a terrible pileup. Without losing a minute's worth of time, and beyond the twins' understanding, Vin Fiz dove toward the railroad track, leveled out in the nick of time and landed in front of the locomotive, coming to a stop a few inches in front of the cowcatcher, a funny-looking, sloping device mounted on the front of the locomotive to push unwanted snags off the tracks. Since cows were always behind fences and almost never walked on the railroad tracks, they rarely had the opportunity to be pushed out of the
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