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on his part was working under a similar disadvantage,
for he really had little in the way of a
barricade to intercept the shower to which he
was being subjected.

Lucky for him he had shown the good sense
to stop his advance with considerable distance
separating him from the hidden sloop--had they
been closer there was not one chance in ten that
some damage would not have placed his seaplane
out of commission, even though the pilot himself
escaped death.

Then suddenly a white flag shot up from the
sloop's breastworks. Oscar, with the gallantry
such as had ever distinguished the air fighters
on both sides in those days that tried men's souls,
ceased firing.

"Give up?" he was bawling, as the rapid-fire
guns both became silent, while their hot barrels
cooled off a bit.

"Not so you could notice it," Perk shouted.
"Jest wanted to exchange a few words with you,
if you're Oscar Gleeb, an' it's true that you was
a live-wire over there in France an' the Argonne--say,
is that all to the good, Mister
Pilot?"

The other did not answer immediately.
Plainly he must have been considerably astonished
at the queer turn the engagement had
taken; and then again possibly he did not exactly

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