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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"


While still a day and a night out from land, Barry awoke in the
dim light of a misty morning, and proceeded to the deck for his
constitutional. There he fell in with Captain Neil Fraser and Captain
Hopeton pacing up and down.
"Come along, Pilot!" said Captain Neil, heartily, between whom and the
chaplain during the last few days a cordial friendship had sprung up.
"We're looking for submarines. This is the place and the time for Fritz,
if he is going to get us at all."
Arm in arm they made the circle of the deck. The mist, lying like a
bank upon the sea, shifted the horizon to within a thousand yards of the
ship.
"I wish I knew just what lies behind that bank there," said Captain
Hopeton, pointing over the bow.
For some moments they stood, peering idly into the mist.
"By Jove, there IS something there," said Barry, who had a hawk's eye.
"You've got 'em too, eh," laughed Hopeton. "I've had 'em for the last
forty-eight hours. I've been 'seein' things' all night."
"But there is," insisted Barry, pointing over the port bow.


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