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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

That fight, you know, took it
out of him, and he always jumps for the biggest pack. We'd better hold
him back to-morrow a bit."
"Can't hold back any one," said Duff, with an oath. "We've got to make
it to-morrow night. There's the devil of a trip before us. That big
marsh portage is a heartbreaker, and there must be a dozen or fifteen of
them awaiting us, and we're going to get through--at least, I am."
"All right," said Knight, with a quick flash of temper. "I'll stay with
you, only I thought we might ease him a bit."
"I'm telling you, we're going to get through," said Duff, with another
oath.
"You needn't tell me, Duff," said Knight. "Keep your shirt on."
"On or off, wet or dry, sink or swim, we're going to make that train
to-morrow, Knight. That's all about it."
Then Knight let himself go.
"See here, Duff. Do you want to go on to-night? If you do, hell and
blazes, say the word and I'm with you."
His face was white as he spoke. He seized a tump-line, swung the pack
upon his head, and set off across the portage.


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