Graham B. Forbes

Summary

Graham B. Forbes Frank Allen and his motor boat… (1926)

Frank Allen, realizing what a dastardly attempt was being made to disable the boat and probably to injure Lanky and himself, knowing that only the coolest maneuvering would save them, was as steady as a post.
With one swing of his arm to the motor he increased speed and with the coolest deliberation turned the nose of the Rocket squarely for the Speedaway. His hope was two-fold: that he would scare off the other men and that he might be in a better position to throw his own craft hard over to one side at the last moment before any impact.
Source: Gutenberg

Graham B. Forbes Frank Allen and his motor boat… (1926)

The explosion of the tank had spread blazing gasoline over the surface of the river; the wreck of the Speedaway was settling by the stern quite rapidly; the hundreds of splintered pieces were moving here and there, jagged and rough, a menace to the swimmer; the barge had come to a stop and was rocking to and fro while the tug held it.
Men aboard the barge were yelling and calling warnings and suggestions and the searchlight of the Rocket danced about the water as Lanky tried to compensate for the failure of Paul Bird, not very expert at the wheel, to hold the Rocket where it belonged.
Source: Gutenberg

Graham B. Forbes Frank Allen and his motor boat… (1926)

The lights of Columbia came in sight on the far side of the river. Their engine was running full tilt and the Rocket was bounding forward like a smoothly running race-horse.
“We’ll catch him right in front of the town!” called Lanky Wallace as he swung the searchlight about the river.
“Hope so. It’ll make things easy. But maybe he has a gun,” suggested Frank.
“Couldn’t have, unless it was on the boat. The chief’s men disarmed them,” laconically replied Lanky.
Source: Gutenberg

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