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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

"Germany and Britain."
"Britain!" The slouching shoulders lost their droop. "Britain!" he said,
straightening himself up. "What's she been doin' to Germany?"
"What's Germany been doing to her, and to Belgium, and to Servia, and
to France?" answered Duff, in a wrathful voice. "She's been raising hell
all around. You haven't seen the papers, eh? I have them all here."
The stranger seemed dazed by the news. He made no reply, but getting out
his frying-pan and tea-pail, his only utensils, he set about preparing
his evening meal.
"I say," said Duff, "won't you eat with us? We're just about ready.
We'll be glad to have you."
The man hesitated a perceptible moment. In the wilds men do not always
accept invitations to eat. Food is sometimes worth more than its weight
in gold.
"I guess I will, if you've lots of stuff," he said at length.
"We've lots of grub, and we expect to be home by tomorrow night anyway,
if things go all right. You are very welcome."
The man laid down his frying-pan and tea-pail, and walked with Duff
toward his camp.


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