![]() ![]() It was noisy, underpowered- a forty- horsepower engine was stock, it weighed a little over 500 pounds empty, and with Mac, who had to go 210, and Indy at about 190? That was the maximum cargo capacity right there. flying around like a bird? Because of his OSS training, Indy knew more about aircraft than he wanted to know, and this one- a Taylor/Piper J-2 that looked a lot older than it could possibly be- seemed to be held together with baling wire and prayer. No point in worrying about it too much, but. Someday your number was going to be up no matter what you did. Yeah, you did what you had to do to get where you needed to get. After the third or fourth time one came down hard enough to blow out the tires or break the undercarriage, he was less trusting. Flying was a sharp knife in any field archaeologist’s tool chest- but because planes were necessary didn’t mean he had to like the blasted things. If there was going to be a race to collect an ancient trea sure in the modern world of 1943, the winner wasn’t going to be the guy who sailed ’round the Horn on a clipper ship to find it. ![]() Yes, yes, planes were necessary evils, he knew. Chapter One In the Air over the Windward Passage, Eight Miles West of Haiti Summer 1943 Indy hated small airplanes. ![]()
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