"
"Well, sergeant," remarked Blaine quizzically, "I don't know what you'd
call doing our bit. Buck here has brought down, with my help at times,
several Boche planes. I managed to knock spots out of a troop and
ammunition train or rather two of them. Better than all, we helped
bring down another plane with two Huns in it, one dead, another dying.
Guess who the last one was?"
Anson grinned, frowned, then shook his head.
"Bother the guessin'! I ain't as bally good at that as you Yanks. Was
it any one we knows?"
"You remember Bauer?"
"That rotter what was found guilty of spyin' for the enemy? Yes, I
knew the blighter, the traitor?"
"Well, he's dead. When his plane fell on fire, I had to drop down in a
shell-hole back yonder. Bauer and his pilot had fallen near there just
before. He was cussing us all out, Boche fashion. But it was from
their machine that I got enough petrol to fetch us three safely back.
So you see Bauer was some good after all. Of course he was a traitor
and should have been hung."
"Well, you two haven't done so bad. Before Senator Walsen and his
daughters left they gave me these things for you two, if you had the
luck to get back. And Captain Byers, before going on this raid, left
this permit, together with all necessary papers for you two to go on
leave for ten days."
"That reminds me, said Blaine, fishing in his own pockets.
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