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Title: The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land

Author: Ralph Connor

Release Date: June 3, 2006 [EBook #3288]

Language: English

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THE SKY PILOT IN NO MAN'S LAND

By Ralph Connor

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. ONLY A MISSIONARY

II. ON THE RED PINE TRAIL

III. A QUESTION OF CONSCIENCE

IV. REJECTED

V. THE WAR DRUM CALLS

VI. THE MEN OF THE NORTH

VII. BARRICADES AND BAYONETS

VIII. A QUESTION OF NERVE

IX. SUBMARINES, BULLPUPS AND OTHER THINGS

X. FRANCE

XI. THE NEW MESSAGE

XII. A MAN OF GOD

XIII. INTENSIVE TRAINING

XIV. A TOUCH OF WAR

XV. THINNING RANKS

XVI. THE PASSING OF McCUAIG

XVII. LONDON LEAVE AND PHYLLIS

XVIII. A WEDDING JOURNEY

XIX. THE PILOT'S LAST PORT

XX. "CARRY ON"

THE SKY PILOT IN NO MAN'S LAND

CHAPTER I

ONLY A MISSIONARY

High upon a rock, poised like a bird for flight, stark naked, his satin
skin shining like gold and silver in the rising sun, stood a youth,
tall, slim of body, not fully developed but with muscles promising, in
their faultless, gently swelling outline, strength and suppleness to an
unusual degree. Gazing down into the pool formed by an eddy of the river
twenty feet below him, he stood as if calculating the distance, his
profile turned toward the man who had just emerged from the bushes and
was standing on the sandy strand of the river, paddle in hand, looking
up at him with an expression of wonder and delight in his eyes.

"Ye gods, what a picture!" said the man to himself.

Noiselessly, as if fearing to send the youth off in flight, he laid his
paddle on the sand, hurriedly felt in his pockets, and swore to himself
vigorously when he could find no sketch book there.

"What a pose! What an Apollo!" he muttered.

The sunlight glistening on the beautiful white skin lay like pools of
gold in the curving hollows of the perfectly modelled body, and ran like
silver over the rounded swellings of the limbs.