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send me an

even break

against

one of

those Hun

machinegunners

some day!

If--"Again

Mahan

failed to

finish his

train of

thought.

He stared

open-mouthed

up the

hill.

Almost at

the very

summit,

within a

rod or two

of the

point

where the

crest

would

intervene

between

him and

his foes,

Bruce

whirled in

mid-air

and fell

prone. The

fast-following

swaths of

machine-gun

bullets

had not

reached

him. But

another

German

enemy had.

From

behind a

heap of

offal, on