"
An hour later Blaine, accompanied by Erwin, stood before Sergeant Anson
in the latter's cubbyhole of an office, while a stream of khaki-clad
young men filed in one by one. Anson waved them aside until the others
had left, then turned to Blaine.
"I saw Cheval myself," said the Sergeant grimly. "He wanted to go but
it will be a week before he can use that arm, aside from other
injuries. I spoke to Captain Byers about you. He was reluctant, but
owing to the newness of so many of you Yankee airmen, he was unable to
make suggestions. Only this- you two must be careful, cautious --"
"Not too cautious, I hope, sir!" came promptly from Blaine, while Orris
smiled behind his sleeve. "A pilot has to risk things, you know."
"Don't interrupt!" Anson ordered sharply, though his eyes twinkled.
"You know what I mean. Can you bring the plane back, Erwin, if
anything happens to Blaine?"
"Yes, sir, I think so. I've often flown before, alone --"
"Under fire?" This sharp reply from the Sergeant.
"I was in the last raid after Vimy Ridge, Sir. Brenzer, the pilot, was
killed. I managed to get back to our lines."
"You been over some time?"
"Yes, Sir. Only part of the time I was stationed at Aldershot, as
assistant trainer for a bunch of raw rookies from our side."
One long look at both Anson gave, then turned away with:
"You'll do. Both of you be on hand for chow at regular time.
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