Evening star., 1918-04-07

At which we links arms chummy and
goes marchin' close order down TO the
farmhouse to see how this Martin ps,.y
was gettin' on. We hnds him rolled up
in quilts on an old sofa that the 1oiks
had showed up In front OF the stove-s
slim. nervous lookin' young gink WIN
sandy hair and peaked nose: Au.n
Martin, he only moans and reaches
for q warm fiat iron that he'd been
holdin' against his stomach:
Still dying, eh?" says Allen.
stead of letting them send you up
with me?"
tt was all right, them" whines
Martin. "It-it must have been the Al
titude got me. I'D never been that nigh
before. you know" .o,..
thirty-five hundred at any time HOW
do you expect me to take you nacEC
on the hundred-foot level? You'll make
fine observer, you will"
rye had enough OBSERVING" says
Martin. Tin going to get trans.
ferred to the mechanical department.
.tOh, are your" says Allen. Then
you'll be Just as satisfied to make tho
trip back by rail-"
Martin mods.
"And you won't be needing your hel-
NETS and things. eh?" goes on the lieu. :,
tenant I'll take those along, then.
and he winks at me.
All of a sudden. though; the sparksless a. q y
SAYS he. ''There'd be no blessed map
to TO- hand in
"Eh?" says L Map Of what?"
He explains jerky. This sooutin. ',
stunt Of his was to locate the - tank ah
server to draw q plan OF It'll OF
which he'd done. only by then Martin
had got past the dravin' stage.
s9 rs no use going ss1 back IS n,sn Of
guess I can produce that easy enough"
"Can your he asks.
"why notf'' says I. Adnt I been
cooped up there for nearly ia. week e. M !
major in command; one Of his secre-
tary. too. II you like. Gimme some
paper" , p.
sketehed out diagram Of the build
in's and the whole outfit. Then we
poked Martin up long enough Tor him
"Fine work." says Donald. That
earns you hop al .,s right .a.tv,,e M9W 0'sn and
ri show you how a 11o-horsepower
crow would 20 from here to the mid
die Of Long Island II he was In a
hurry" 80. n..av
for me" says I, slippin' into the sheep
skin Jacket.
ever been up before? he asks
.'Only once-in hydro" says I; but
I amt missed any chances.
."That's the spiritt" says he. come
along. The old bus is anchored down
the field ways.
couldn't hardly believe was 40.
tually goin' to pull 1t OF until he'd
rot the motor started and We went
skimmin' along the ground: But as
soon az we shook of the state Of Con-
necticut and began climbin' up over q
strin of woods. I settles back In the
little cockpit, buttons the wtndenieio
over my mouth and sighs. contented
Allen and I didn't exchange mucn
chat. You don't with an engine OF that
size roarin' a few feet in front Of you
and your ears buttoned down by three
or four layers Of wool and leather.
Once he points out ahead and tries to
shout something I don't know what.
But I mods and waves. encouragfn
Later he points down and grins. I
grins back.
Next thing I knew he's shut of the
motor. and gets a. glimpse Of the
whole of Long Island behavtn ODD
seems as If It's swellin' and widenin
out, like one of these freaky toy bal
looms you blow up. It didn't seem as
IL we was divin' down-,nore like the
map was rushin' up to meet us. Pretty
soon I could make out q big open space
with a lot Of squatty buildin's at one
end. and in q couple Of minutes more
the machine was rol1in along on It's
wheels and We TAXED graceful up
towards the hangars-
It was Just gettin' dusk as we piles
out and the first few yards walked
felt Hike I was dressed in q divtn'
suit. with q pair of lead boots on my
feet. saw Allen salute an omcer. hand