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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

"
Knight made no reply. He was a little ashamed of his temper. But during
the past two days he had chafed under the rasp of Duff's tongue and
his overbearing manner. He resented too his total disregard of Barry's
weariness, for in spite of his sheer grit, the pace was wearing the boy
down.
"We ought to reach the railroad by six to-morrow," said Duff, renewing
the conversation, and anxious to appease his comrade. "There's a late
train, but if we catch the six we shall make home in good time. Hello,
what's this coming?"
At his words they all turned and looked in the direction in which he
pointed.
Down a stream, which at this point came tumbling into theirs in a
dangerous looking rapid, came a canoe with a man in the centre guiding
it as only an expert could.
"By Jove! He can't make that drop," said Knight, walking down toward the
landing.
They all stood watching the canoe which, at the moment, hung poised upon
the brink of the rapid like a bird for flight. Even as Knight spoke the
canoe entered the first smooth pitch at the top.


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