CHAPTER THIRTEENTHE SHIP WAS SILENT now. Even the whisper of the cards had stopped. Reg and Max were on their feet, startled by the cries of Pete and Chizzy.
“It’s Manning!” shrieked Pete. “He’s watching us!”
Chizzy’s hand whipped out like a striking snake toward the controls and, as he grasped them, his face went deathly white. For the controls were locked! They resisted all the strength he threw against them and the ship still bore on toward that mocking face that hung above the Earth.
“Do something!” screamed Max. “You damn fool, do something!”
“I can’t,” moaned Chizzy. “The ship is out of control.”
It seemed impossible. That ship was fast and tricky and it had reserve power far beyond any possible need. It handled like a dream ... it was tops in aircraft. But there was no doubt th
