CHAPTER XXII

A TUSSLE WITH A MADMAN Like lightning Ted Scott swerved his plane to the right. There was a whiz, a blinding illumination and the rocket shot past them, narrowly missing one of the wings. It rose still higher and then burst in a resplendent shower of fiery jewels. It was a magnificent sight, but its beauty was wholly lost on the imperiled voyagers. “Quick! Quick! Get out of range!” shrieked Rockridge, bouncing up and down on his seat. “The next one will get us.” Ted pulled the joy stick and the _Southern Queen_ sho…