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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"


As he was tying on the second paddle, Duff's eye fell on him.
"What's up, McCuaig?" he said. "Aren't you going up to the Post?"
"No, I guess I ain't goin' up no more," replied McCuaig slowly.
"What do you mean? You aren't going back home?"
"No. My old shack will do without me for a while, I guess.--Say," he
continued, facing around upon Duff and looking him squarely in the face,
"this young chap says"--putting his hand upon Barry's shoulder--"Britain
is going to have a hell of a time licking Germany back into her own
orbut. Them papers said last night that Canada was going in strong. Do
you think she could use a fellow like me?"
A silence fell upon the group of men.
"What! Do you mean it, McCuaig?" said Duff at length.
The man turned his thin, eagle face toward the speaker, a light in his
eyes.
"Why, ain't you goin'? Ain't every one goin' that can? If a fellow stood
on one side while his country was fightin', where would he live when
it's all over? He read out of the papers that them Germans were shootin'
women and children.


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