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Tam O' the Scoots

Tam O' the Scoots

Wallace, Edgar

Paperback

Classic FictionGeneral Fiction

ISBN10: 1523459883
ISBN13: 9781523459889
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Jan 18 2016
Pages: 74
Weight: 0.24
Height: 0.15 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
Lieutenant Bridgeman went out over the German line and strafed a depot. He stayed a while to locate a new gun position and was caught between three strong batteries of Archies. Reports? said the wing commander. Well, Bridgeman isn't back and Tam said he saw him nose-dive behind the German trenches. So the report was made to Headquarters and Headquarters sent forward a long account of air flights for publication in the day's communique, adding, One of our machines did not return. But, A' doot if he's killit, said Tam; he flattened oot before he reached airth an' flew aroond a bit. Wi' ye no ask Mr. Lasky, sir-r, he's just in? Mr. Lasky was a bright-faced lad who, in ordinary circumstances, might have been looking forward to his leaving-book from Eton, but now had to his credit divers bombed dumps and three enemy airmen. He met the brown-faced, red-haired, awkwardly built youth whom all the Flying Corps called Tam. Ah, Tam, said Lasky reproachfully, I was looking for you-I wanted you badly. Tam chuckled. A' thocht so, he said, but A' wis not so far frae the aerodrome when yon feller chased you- I was chasing him! said the indignant Lasky. Oh, ay? replied the other skeptically. An' was ye wantin' the Scoot to help ye chase ain puir wee Hoon? Sir-r, A' think shame on ye for misusin' the puir laddie. There were four, protested Lasky. And yeer gun jammed, A'm thinkin', so wi' rair presence o' mind, ye stood oop in the fuselage an' hit the nairest representative of the Imperial Gairman Air Sairvice a crack over the heid wi' a spanner. A little group began to form at the door of the mess-room, for the news that Tam the Scoot was up was always sufficient to attract an audience. As for the victim of Tam's irony, his eyes were dancing with glee.

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