He pliirtipcd down on. a etdo hill, the nose or the piano bored into the earth and tho wings crumpled. The tank was punctured and sent gasoline all over the wrecked craft, iut it did not catoh fire. McCall telephoned State trooners In White Plains In tho belief the aviator had been killed, then ran out to see who bad fallen Into his woodlot. In stead of finding a mangled body ha saw a short, heavily built man In a dark sweater pull himself out of the wreckage. Ho was mad, In a hurry, hatless, and as he raced for an auto mobile that stood somo dlstanco awny In the road with open door he said komethlng about not being hurt and on nis wu iu ma vumbu iu (jui aumebody to tako chargo of tho plane. Capt. J. A. Warner and Lieut. Rob erts of tho State troopers mado a quick trip with a squad in automobiles. They found a little group of country folk grouped about tho'onco gallant craft, some of them looking quite cheerful, others shaking their heads In grief over tho strewn gloss splin ters of what once had been perfectly drlnkablo whiskey. Tho piano had two cockpits. The forward ono had been used by the pllpt. The other, designed for a pas senger or mechanician, was crammed full of liquor. In all thero had been somo 150 quarts of Scotch and Irish whiskey. All of It, Capt. Warner said, was of excellent quality. Tho Captain spoko out of professional knowledge, gained In enforcing tho Prohibition' laws In Westchester. Tho stuff all bore tho Btamp of tho Quebec Liquor Commission. Somo of It had been packed In two gunny sacks. They searched tho wreckage In tho hopo of finding clues to tho rum run ners. Their only rewnrd, so fat as they disclosed, was a Montreal news paper bearing ycsterday'B date.