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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"


"Come on!" he roared, and striding to the horse nearest him, he flung
himself upon its back.
A groom mounted the other, and once more a start was made, but they had
not gone more than a few steps, when the groom's horse fell heavily, and
rolled over on its side, pinning the unfortunate man beneath him.
There was a shriek of agony. In an instant Duff was off his horse and at
the head of the fallen animal.
"Medical officer here!" he shouted. "Now then, two of you men. One of
you pull out that man while we lift."
The horse's head and shoulders were lifted clear, and the injured man
was pulled out of danger.
"Take him out of the way, please, doctor," said Duff, to the M. O., who
was examining the groom.
"Sergeant!"
His sergeant literally sprang to his side.
"Get me a dozen bags," he said.
"Bags, sir? I don't know where--"
"Bags," repeated Duff savagely. "Canvas, anything to wrap around these
horses' feet."
The sergeant without further words plunged into the darkness, returning
almost immediately with half a dozen bags.


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