But don't do that again."
Blaine laughed gleefully as he turned away, patting Orris on the
shoulder approvingly.
"I always thought you were a sticker, Orry."
"That's better 'n being a slicker or a slacker, isn't it?"
Again the big fellow laughed as he hurried off towards the Captain's
quarters at the far end of the grounds.
The day passed quietly. From time to time, Blaine held private
conferences with various members of the flying squad. These were
mostly Americans who had either served a year or two at the western
front, or were more recent arrival who had joined because of special
aptitude for flying.
During the day sundry scouts penetrated here and there over the enemy
lines and their report were favorable for the plan Blaine had in mind.
A risky plan, yet promising well if skillfully carried out.
Towards night he had a last conference with Byers, who had more than
hesitated over the proposed program, yet gave in before the Sergeant's
enthusiasms.
"I agree," said the commander. "But it is risky. It can be done. Yet
whether you are the man to do it -- well, we'll know in the morning.
Do your best. Be prudent; not too prudent; but at the same time try to
be wise to things as they come up. Remember I have more
responsibility than you. Your responsibility is only to me. It ceases
where mine begins."
"Don't fear, Captain.
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