"
Then Blaine coolly proceeded to search both men, the dead pilot and the
one about to die. Bauer's eyes gleamed with hate as he managed to say:
"Gott strafe Englander!" He choked, panting, then whispered with his
last breath: "Gott strafe Amerikanner - schwein -- sch--"
The whisper died away in a choking deep in the throat. Bauer was dead.
He had paid the last great penalty. Blaine, still cool and unruffled,
continued his search until he was in possession of all the two men had
that was worth the trouble of taking. Among these were maps, air-craft
photos of the Allied trenches and one valuable map the communicating
transport and railway lines behind the new Tlindenburg front to which
Germans generally were retiring.
With Bauer dead and Stanley more comfortable, Blaine began looking over
his machine. It seemed all right but for lack of petrol and wings
being more punctured and ragged than usual.
"Where can I get petrol?" he more than once asked himself. "I could
either get on myself and join our men, or get back to the station. But
I can't leave Stanley. Hang it all! What'll I do?"
Lafe was about to give it up for the present, when Stanley from his
recumbent position said:
"Why don't you try that Boche plane? Seems like I heard Bauer say
something about petrol. Then he swore because he could not get up. I
didn't know then it was Bauer.
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