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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

C., "we must 'carry on.' You will have a
couple of hours in which to clean up and have supper, and then we shall
have to-night a cinema show, to which I hope you will all come, and
which I hope you will all greatly enjoy."
The colonel's little speeches, as a rule, elicited appreciative cheers,
but this afternoon there was only a grave silence. After dismissal, the
men went to their huts and were soon busy giving themselves a "high mark
scrub" preliminary to the hot bath and "jungle hunt" in which they would
indulge themselves to-morrow.
As Barry was moving off the parade ground, the junior major caught up to
him, and took him by the arm and said:
"I have sent around my batman to your hut. He will look after you until
I can pick out a man from the new draft. We all know how you feel about
Hobbs, old man."
"Thank you, major," said Barry quietly. "I appreciate that."
"You will be around to-night," continued the major.
"No, I think not. I have a lot of things to do. All those letters to
write.


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