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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

So I do
hope you can both come. By the way, Knight wants a camp hand, a kind of
roustabout, who can cook--a handy man, you know."
"I have him," said Barry. "Harry Hobbs."
"Hobbs? Boozes a bit, doesn't he?"
"Not now. Hasn't for six months. He's a new man. I can guarantee him."
"You can, eh? Well, my experience is once a boozer always a boozer."
"Oh," said Barry, "Hobbs is different. He is a member of our church, you
know."
"No, I didn't know. But I don't know that that makes much difference
anyway," said Duff with a laugh. "I don't mean to be offensive," he
added.
"It does to Hobbs, he's a Christian man now. I mean a real Christian,
Mr. Duff."
"Well, I suppose there is such a thing. In fact, I've known one or two,
but--well, if you guarantee him I'll take him."
"I will guarantee him," said Barry.
"Let me have your answer to-morrow," said Duff as he bade them
good-night.
The Dunbars discussed the matter far into the night. It was clearly
impossible for Mr. Dunbar to leave his work, and the only question
was whether or not Barry should make one of the party.


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