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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

O. being shown out of the room by
the colonel himself, who was heard to remark:
"A very fine bit of work. Tell him I want to see him when he has a few
minutes, and thank you, doctor, thank you!"
"Who does the old man want to see?" inquired Sally, who, with Hopeton
and Booth, happened to be passing.
"The chaplain," snapped the M. O., going on his way.
"The chaplain? By Jove, he's a queer one, eh?"
The M. O. turned sharply back, and coming very close to Sally, said in a
wrathful voice:
"A queer one? Yes, a queer one! But if some of you damned young idiots
that sniff at him had just half his guts, you'd be twice the men you
are.--Shut up, Hopeton! Listen to me--" and in words of fiery rage that
ran close to tears, he recounted his experience of the last hour.
"By Jove! Doc, some guts, eh?" said Sally in a low tone, as he moved
away.

CHAPTER IX
SUBMARINES, BULLPUPS, AND OTHER THINGS

A long, weird blast from the fog horn, followed by two short, sharp
toots, recalled Barry from his morning dream.


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