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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"


"Thanks, sergeant; that's the way to move. Now get some more!"
Under Duff's directions the bags were tied about the feet of the horses,
thus enabling them to hold their footing, and the transport moved off in
the darkness.
Returning from the disposing of the injured man, the M. O. found Barry
shivering with the cold, and weak from his recent attack of seasickness.
"There will be no end of a sick parade to-morrow morning, and you'll be
one of them," grumbled the M. O. "If they don't move them out of here
soon they'll take them away in ambulances. There are a hundred men at
this moment fit to go to hospital, but the O. C. won't hear of it."
"Doc, they ought to have something hot. The kitchens are left behind, I
understand. Let me have a couple of your men, and let me see what I can
do."
"It's no use, I've tried all the hotels about here. They're full up."
"No harm trying, doc," said Barry, and off he went.
But he found the hotels full up, as the doctor had said. After much
inquiry, he found his way to the Y.


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