Fireworks Scare the Indians

the Amazon! The guard the plane, Gene and Jimmy Brady, cautiously made their way toward the Indian village. Passing quietly behind the native huts, they located Mr. Noist, bound

and gagged in the doctor's dwelling. It was while Miss Gene was liberating the captive that Jimmy Brady was busy with his big box of firecrackers and skyrockets. At the far end of the village street stood a great pile of firewood. When kentled, it would be the ceremonial fire around which the natives would perform the dance of death. Quickly but carefully, Jimmy buried

the fireworks deep among the dry wood. Then hurried back to join his sister and noise. None too soon either. For suddenly the friendsied Indians came rushing with torches. The ceremonial fire was kindled and the dancing began.

Anciously are three friends awaited development. Then suddenly came a great sizzling sound. A loud bang, a red ball of light shot high in the air. The tom toms stopped suddenly. The dancers stood thunderstruck. What great magic is this? It is a tense and dangerous moment. The fireworks display is just starting.

They'll sit down all the way here, back in the shadow. They can see all that goes on. The other two Roman candles work as good as that one. We're all right. Hey, Mr. Noyce. Where'd Jimmy?

Where'd he go? Why? He was... What, heavens, I thought he was... Well, I wonder what... Okay, folks. Yeah, I'm sorry I'm late, but I just had to get to it. Oh, say, I forgot about it.

Jimmy, you better hang on to that, Laura. You got stronger hands than I have. And you should make it raw and louder, so you handle it. Jimmy, I didn't like that. You take things in your own shoulder too much.