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"Don't throw the club. I'll do it myself." "Certainly not. Heaven forbid!" replied Stan. "Only wait till the moon passes by." Then a long conversation followed; for Stan would not consent to have the dragon throw the club again, except on the promise of seven sacks of ducats. "Oh, dear! mother, he's a tremendously strong man," said the dragon.
Having had some experience with British methods of sending all reports through regulation channels before acting upon them, Stan merely requested that he be rushed to his headquarters at once. "Certainly, old fellow," the officer said. "But that will be a bit awkward, you know. Everything is upset and everybody is very busy. There's a big show in the making. I'll do my best.
Sim was flying his cover, having dropped back for that purpose. "I guess he's all right," Stan muttered. "He's making it his personal business to see that I get through." At that moment two FW's dived down at the tail ships. Stan did not shift course. All Sim had to do was to make a pass at the Jerries, loop over and shoo them away. Suddenly Stan realized Sim was not making a pass.
And at the sight of her husband's misery the woman became more wretched than ever. And so matters went on for some time. Some weeks had passed, and Stan thought he would consult a wise man who lived a day's journey from his own house. The wise man was sitting before his door when he came up, and Stan fell on his knees before him. 'Give me children, my lord, give me children.
Holt had called in Major Kulp of the photography wing and General Ward from the command staff. "When I came in to check the wrecked planes," Stan said, "I was able to see how they do it. They have a screen on tracks. It is covered over with brush and leaves and looks from any angle, except squarely in front, like the side of the hill. They just roll it out and it covers the planes."
"I have my own little jokes and enjoy them." He smiled at Stan. Stan thought about the R.A.F. flier who had been poisoned after he revealed what Domber wanted to know. He decided Herr Domber was a bit of a maniac as well as an enemy and a traitor to Holland. After an excellent dinner Stan was taken back to the job. Herr Domber was in high spirits. Hans was waiting at the bench.
"Has any one come out from there?" "Yes, Billy Williams. He was a-comin' out when it went off. We found him up in the headin', senseless. He ain't come to yet." "And the others?" "We've tried to git to 'em, sir, but the after-damp is awful, an' we couldn't stan' it; we had to come out." "How many men are up there?" "Five, as we count 'em; the rest are all out."
Then to Billy he said, 'Come' awa, lad! pit yer name doon, an' we'll stan' by ye. Poor Billy looked around helplessly, his nerve all gone, and sat still. There was a swift rustle of garments, and Mrs. Mavor was beside him, and, in a voice that only Billy and I could hear, said, 'You'll sign with, me, Billy? Billy gazed at her with a hopeless look in his eyes, and shook his little, head.
The outer door was open and the boys could see two sentries standing on the front porch. "We have to get out o' here," O'Malley said. "Not a chance. There's no window and those two guards would see us before we got within ten feet of them," Stan answered. "It's just a case of sitting tight and hoping Sim waits for us." Near where they were sitting a door opened into another room.
But: he cast a hungry look at the dish of chicken. "'Have some more, old man, said I. "'It's been s'long since I had a good square that I could stan' a little more, Major; but let me go up against a ham sand'ich it's got a longer reach. "'No, have chicken all the chicken you want and some more coffee, said I. "Eat! How that fellow did go for it five pieces of chicken!
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