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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"


"Not much!" said Knight, as reaching out of the stern he gripped Barry
by the hair. "Hold hard, Barry," he said quietly. "No monkey work now or
you'll drown us all." Immediately Barry ceased struggling.
"Don't try to get in, Barry. We'll have to tow you ashore."
"All right, Jim," he said between his sobbing breaths. "Only--hurry
up--I've got him--here."
Knight reached down carefully, lifted Barry till his hand touched the
gunwale of the canoe.
"Not too hard, Barry," he said. "I'll ease you round to the stern.
Steady, boy, steady. Don't dump us."
"All right--Jim--but--he's under the water--here."
"Oh, never mind him. We'll get him all right. Can you hold on now?" said
Knight.
"Yes--I think so."
"Now, for God's sake, Tom, edge her into the shore. See that little eddy
there? Swing into that! You'll do it all right. Good man!"
By this time Knight was able to get Harry's head above water.
In a few minutes they had reached the shore, and were working hard over
Harry's unconscious body, leaving Barry lying on the sand to recover his
strength.


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