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"Uppingleigh, Colnburn, Exchester," said the destroyer captain; "but these aren't places of military importance they are German internment camps." "Exactly!" said von Mahl; "that is where I go." In this he spoke the truth, for to one of these he went. There comes to every great artist a moment when a sense of the futility of his efforts weighs upon and well-nigh crushes him.
A businesslike doctor dabbed two ugly cuts in his head with iodine and deftly encircled his brow with a bandage. A navigating lieutenant passed him a whisky-and-soda. "If you speak English, my gentle lad," said the commander, "honor us with your rank, title, and official number." "Von Mahl," snapped the young man, "Royal Prussian Lieutenant of the Guard."
"We shall find, Müller, that this visitor is not wholly unconnected with our dear friend von Mahl." "I wish von Mahl had been under that bomb," grumbled his subordinate. "Can't we do something to get rid of him, Herr Captain?" Zeiglemann shook his head. "I have suggested it and had a rap over the knuckles for my pains. The fellow is getting us a very bad name."
He laughed his high, shrill little laugh, but nobody uttered a sound. "This is serious, of course, von Mahl," said Zeiglemann soberly. "Although this is your private quarrel, the squadron will do its best to save you." "But, but this is stupid foolishness," said von Mahl as he savagely tore the note into little pieces and flung them down. "I will go after this fellow and kill him.
Von Mahl had arrived at the level of descent when he detached himself from his comrades and sat brooding, his knuckles to his teeth, reviewing his abilities and counting over all the acts of injustice to which he had been subjected. Von Zeiglemann, watching him, ordered him fourteen days' leave, and the young officer accepted the privilege somewhat reluctantly.
"This has ceased to be amusing," said Captain von Zeiglemann, emerging from his bomb-proof shelter, and wired a requisition for three machines to replace those "destroyed by enemy action," and approval for certain measures of reprisal. "As for that pig-dog von Mahl...." "He has received his fifth warning," said his unsmiling junior, "and he is not happy." Von Mahl was decidedly not happy.
The latter asserts, the former denies the theft. Which of the two lies? In order to ascertain the truth, let us put the two cubs to the cold water and hot iron trials, according to the law of our Salic Franks." The tribunal assembles. The count presides over the mahl on his seat; seven leudes, ranked on benches on either side, assist him. The torch-bearing slaves stand behind the judges.
So Craig went philosophically into bondage. He was taken to German Headquarters and handed over to von Zeiglemann's wing "for transport." Craig raised his eyebrows, for the spirit of mischief was on him. "Von Mahl," he said with well-assumed incredulity; "why, I thought oh, by the way, is to-day the sixteenth?" "To-morrow is the sixteenth," snarled von Mahl.
I will deal with this Herr Tam." "You will do as you wish, Herr von Mahl, but first you shall pick up those pieces of paper, for it is my order that the aerodrome shall be kept clean." Tam swooped back to his headquarters in time for breakfast and made his report. "The next time you do tricks over Roulers they'll be waiting for you, Tam," said Blackie with a shake of his head.
There was a little chuckle of laughter from the group, and Zeiglemann glowered at the speaker, a tall, unprepossessing youth whose face was red with excitement. "Herr von Mahl," he snapped with true Prussian ferocity, "the air-services do not descend to such tricks nor do they shoot at burning machines."
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