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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

We'll have to go around. Come on."
They went on. Up side streets and lanes, through back yards and shops
they went until at length they emerged within a hundred yards of the
recruiting office.
Duff called his men about him.
"Boys, we'll have to bluff them," he said. "You're a party of recruits
that Col. Kavanagh expects. You've been sent for. I'm bringing you in
under orders. Look as much like soldiers as you can, and bore in like
hell. Come on!"
They began to bore. At once there was an uproar, punctuated with
vociferous and varied profanity.
Duff proved himself an effective leader.
"Here, let me pass," he shouted into the backs of men's heads. "I'm on
duty here. I must get through to Colonel Kavanagh. Keep up there, men;
keep your line! Stand back, please! Make way!"
His huge bulk, distorted face and his loud and authoritative voice
startled men into temporary submission, and before they could recover
themselves he and his little company of hard-boring men were through.
Twenty-five yards from the recruiting office a side rush of the crowd
caught them.


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