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any way!" was Hazeldeane's COM

any way. was iio@ciaSiN Vim
ment.
Sure" agreed Trent. And she
can be as sinister as she looks, let
me tell you. She mounts four very
up-to-date machine guns, with ct
ceteras!" His tone seemed TO have
a meaning-a yelled threat, Gun
wondered =
They looked her over, while
Trent got into his flying kit once
more. Gun sensed that he had only
removed il in order to display his
Air Force uniform!
Now, il you don't mind, wen
take of first You follow immedi-
ately."
Very WE'LL" responded Tommy,
in his sulky tone.
The crew OF three climbed into
the big plane. and took off in neat,
workmanlike manner. One Of the
other men was acting as pilot;
Trent sat in the Observers seat.
That chap can dy. all right"
Gun commented.
And he's got something to fly
there. too" said Tommy. "A big,
dangerous brute. Fast as the devil,
too! Say. Gun" his tone changed
to one of excitement. Were on
our own here now. What about try
ing to break into those dugouts
and have a look around? Or we
might FIR the gasoline store"
Gun grinned
II love enthusiasm, flying fool,
but don't overdo it! What d'you
think they'd be doing all the time :?
They've got machine guns"
"Oh, hell" moaned Tommy, and
quoted: How can a man die bet
ter than facing fearful odds"
by getting a piece of useful In
formation in the process. that's
how" said Gun. Better get going,
Tommy"
They climbed in. the engine Of
the little scout roared, and then
they TAXED forward and took the
air, clearing the lip Of the pocket
comfortably. The big plane was
circling overhead, waiting for
them. Gun spoke into the radio
phone:
Follow at about the same dis
lance, Tommy-and watch the
course carefully Let me know the
course, and I'll report to X. Over!
With a final circle around the
black plane started off. and Tom
my fell in behind. Gun waited for q
report as to the course. Instead
there suddenly blared at him such
stream of blasphemy that he
jumped in his straps. And then. a.
last, something coherent:
by God, those perishing basket:
have done half the instruments in
The compass and speedometer are
both out of action, and for all
know we may be flying straight
into heaven-or the other place!'
In Whitehall x and the wireless!
operator held the fort. War Offic'
, and Air Force had alike gone HON,
! to sleep.
There was a bed In an adjoin
ing room, used for emergencies
> such as these land in the last yea
} or two there had been many o
them upon which X could hav
e slept had he wished. Or could he
! The fact was that, dog-tired an,
worn out as he felt, ii was doubt
full If he could have slept at tina
t juncture. He had an uneasy feeling
that he had sent Gun Cotton to hi
l death-and. apart from their Off
cial relations, be had very stronI
regard for Gun. Very strong. in
e deed And for Toni.
t X swore beneath his breath, II
: another cigaret. and poured him
self out some more steaming cot
. fee.
;, He glanced at the last messag
from Gun, decided a half-hou
4 previously onto a slip of paper be
= fore him.
&c calling X. Have Just had or
. ders to descend. Only vague MOTTO
4 that we are somewhere over Ger
many. Ground invisible because @
+. clouds G1313 has Just gone dow
J we follow now. viii report frs
s opportunity Tony. Tony"
= Damn it, What was happenin
e out there. wherever II was? Gu
e could look after himself. all righ
\ but If he had come down into
nest of enemies. A shot or
:, knock on he head,
I Devil take il. why had he sen
5 Gun on this assignment? The 10
S had to be done, but there wer
others who could have done IL. .
( But possibly not so well, and eff
- cheney was everything on a job Xix
!, this one. No. 1t had to be Gun