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〃Not since the time you walked the two of them out of my apartment at the Drake in Chicago； five years ago。〃
〃You oughta see her。 The kid's turning into a real beauty。〃
I stared up at him。 Now I'd seen everything … Amos Winthrop playing proud grandpa。 〃Man； you've really changed； haven't you？〃
〃Sooner or later； a man has to wise up；〃 Amos said； flushing embarrassedly。 〃You find out you did a lot of fool things to hurt the people you love and if you're not a prick altogether； you try to make up for them。〃
〃I heard about that； too；〃 I said sarcastically。 I wasn't in the mood for any lectures from the old bastard； no matter how much he'd reformed。 〃They tell me that generally happens when you can't get it up any more。〃
A trace of the old Amos came into his face。 He was angry； I could see it。 〃I got a mind to tell you a couple of things。〃
〃Like what； Amos？〃
〃Ready to remount the engine； Mr。 Winthrop；〃 a man called from the doorway。
〃I'll be there in a minute。〃 Amos turned back to me。 〃You remind me of this after we get back from the test flight。〃
I grinned； watching him walk out the door。 At least； he hadn't gone so holy…holy that I couldn't get his goat。 I sat up and started looking under the couch for my shoes。
When I got outside； the engine was turning over； sweet and smooth。 〃She seems O。K。 to me now；〃 Amos said； turning to me。
I looked at my watch。 It was four thirty。 〃Then； let's go。 What're we waiting for？〃
He put a hand on my arm。 〃Sure I can't make you change your mind？〃
I shook my head。 Seventeen million dollars was a lot of argument。 He raised his hands to his mouth； making a megaphone of them。 〃Everybody off the ship except the flight crew。〃
Almost immediately； there was a silence in the yard as the engine shut off。 A few minutes later； the last of them came down the boarding flap。 A man stuck his head out of the small window in the pilot's cabin。 〃Everybody off except the crew； Mr。 Winthrop。〃
Amos and I walked up the flap into the plane； then up the small ladder from the cargo deck to the passenger cabin and on forward into the flight cabin。 Three young men were there。 They looked at me curiously。 They were still wearing the hard hats from the shipyard。
〃This is your crew； Mr。 Cord；〃 Amos said formally。 〃On the right； Joe Gates； radioman。 In the middle； Steve Jablonski； flight engineer starboard engines； one； three and five。 On the left； Barry Gold； flight engineer port engines； two； four and six。 You don't have to worry about them。 They're all Navy veterans and know their work。〃
We shook hands all around and I turned back to Amos。 〃Where's the copilot and navigator？〃
〃Right here；〃 Amos said。
〃Where？〃
〃Me。〃
〃What the hell… 〃
He grinned at me。 〃You got anybody knows this baby better？ Besides； I been sleeping every night with her for more than half a year。 Who's got a better right to get a piece of her first ride？〃
I stared at him for a moment。 Then I gave in。 I knew exactly how he felt。 I felt the same way myself yesterday； when they wouldn't let me fly the jet。
I climbed up into the pilot's seat。 〃Take your stations； men。〃
〃Aye； aye； sir。〃
I grinned to myself。 They were Navy men； all right。 I picked up the check list on the clip board。 〃Boarding ramp up；〃 I said； reading。
A motor began to whine beneath me。 A moment later； a red light flashed on the panel in front of me and the motor cut off。 〃Boarding ramp up； sir。〃
〃Start engines one and two；〃 I said； reaching forward and flicking down the switches that would let the flight engineers turn them over。 The big engines coughed and belched black smoke。 The propellers began to turn sluggishly； then the engines caught and the propellers settled into a smooth whine。
〃Starboard engine one turning over； sir。〃
〃Port engine two turning over； sir。〃
The next one on the check list was a new one for me。 I smiled to myself。 This wasn't an airplane； it was really a Navy ship with wings。 〃Cast off；〃 I said。
From the seat to my right； Amos reached up and tripped the lever that released the tow lines。 Another red light flashed on the panel before me and I could feel The Centurion slide back into the water。 There was a slight backward dip as she settled in with a slight rocking motion。 The faint sound of water slapping against her hull came up from beneath us。 I leaned forward and turned the wheel。 Slowly the big plane came about and started to move out toward the open bay。 I looked over at Amos。 He grinned at me。
I grinned back。 So far； so good。 At least we were seaborne。
4
A WAVE BROKE ACROSS THE PROW OF THE PLANE； THROWING SALT SPRAY UP ON THE WINDOW IN FRONT OF ME； AS I CAME TO THE LAST ITEM ON THE CHECK LIST。 There had been almost a hundred of them and it seemed like hours since we'd started。 I looked down at my watch。 It was only sixteen minutes since we'd left the dock。 I looked out the windows。 The six big engines were turning over smoothly； the propellers flashing with sun and spray。 I felt a touch on my shoulder and looked back。
The radioman stood behind me； an inflatable Mae West in one hand and a parachute pack hanging from the other。 〃Emergency dress； sir。〃
I looked at him。 He was already wearing his； so were the other two men。 〃Put it behind my seat。〃
I looked across at Amos。 He already had the vest on and was tightening the cross belt of the parachute。 He sank back into his seat with an unfortable grunt。 He looked at me。 〃You ought to put it on。〃
〃I've got a superstition about 'em；〃 I said。 〃If you don't wear 'em； you'll never need 'em。〃 He didn't answer； shrugging his shoulders as the radioman went back to his seat and fastened his seat belt。 I looked around the cabin。 〃Secure in flight stations？〃
They all answered at once。 〃Aye； aye； sir！〃
I reached forward and flipped the switch on the panel and all the lights turned from red to green。 From now on； they'd only go back to red if we were in trouble。 I turned the plane toward the open sea。 〃O。K。； men。 Here we go！〃
I opened the throttle slowly。 The big plane lurched； its prow digging into the waves then slowly lifting as the six propellers started to chew up the air。 Now we started to ride high； like a speedboat in the summer races。 I looked at the panel。 The air…speed indicator stood at ninety。
Amos' voice came over to me。 〃Calculated lift velocity； this flight； one ten。〃
I nodded without looking at him and kept opening the throttle。 The needle went to one hundred； then one ten。 The waves were beating against the bottom of the hull like a riveting hammer。 I brought the needle up to one fifteen； then I started to ease back on the stick。
For a moment； nothing happened and I increased our speed to one twenty。 Suddenly； The Centurion seemed to tremble； then jump from the water。 Free of the restraining drag； she seemed to leap into the air。 The needle jumped to one sixty and the controls moved easily in my hands。 I looked out the window。 The water was two hundred feet beneath us。 We were airborne。
〃Hot damn！〃 one of the men behind me muttered。
Amos squirmed around in his seat。 〃O。K。； fellers；〃 he said； sticking out his hand。 〃Pay me！〃 He looked over at me and grinned。 〃Each of these guys bet me a buck we'd never get off the water。〃
I flashed a grin at him and kept the ship in a slow climb until we reached six thousand feet。 Then I turned her west and aimed her right at the setting sun。
〃She handles like a baby carriage。〃 Amos chortled gleefully from his seat。
I looked up at him from behind the radioman； where I had been standing as he explained the new automatic signaling recorder。 All you had to do was give your message once； then turn on the automatic and the wire recorder would repeat it over and over again until the power gave out。
The sun had turned Amos' white hair back to the flaming red of his youth。 I looked down at my watch。 It was six fifteen and we were about two hundred miles out over the Pacific。 〃Better turn her around and take her back； Amos；〃 I said。 〃I don't want it to be dark the first time we put her down。〃
〃The term in the Navy； captain； is 'Put her about'。〃 The radioman grinned at me。
〃O。K。； sailor；〃 I said。 I turned to Amos。 〃Put her about。〃
〃Aye； aye； sir。〃
We went into a gentle banking turn as I bent over the radioman's shoulder again。 Suddenly； the plane lurched and I almost fell over him。 I grabbed at his shoulder as the starboard engineer yelled； 〃Number five's gone bad again。〃
I pushed myself toward my seat as I looked out the window。 The engine was shooting oil like a geyser。 〃Kill it！〃 I shouted； strapping myself into my seat。
The cords on Amos' neck stood out like steel wire as he fought the wheel on the suddenly bucking plane。 I grabbed at my wheel and together we held her steady。 Slowly she eased off in our grip。
〃Number five dead； sir；〃 the engineer called。
I glanced out at it。 The propeller turned slowly with the wind force but the oil had stopped pouring from the engine。 I looked at Amos。 His face was white and perspiration was dripping from it； but he managed a smile。 〃We can make it back on five engines without any trouble。〃
〃Yeah。〃 We could make it back on three engines； according to the figures。 But I wouldn't