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Hayes, Clair W. (Clair Wallace), 1887-

"Or, the Fighting Canadians of Vimy Ridge"


"I'm afraid you're not to be trusted with that gun," the lad said
quietly.
He stooped, picked up the weapon, and stowed it away in his own pocket
with this mental comment:
"One more weapon for our own little army."
"You're a brute," gasped the woman. "You're just like all Germans."
"Silence," said Hal. "I have heard enough from you. What I came here
for was to tell you that you had neglected to furnish us with a light.
Now I shall have to look in yonder closet, where I saw a man secret
himself as I came in."
The old woman flew across the room and stood defiantly in front of the
closet door.
"You can't go in there! "she exclaimed.
"I can't, eh?" said Hal. "Why can't I?"
"Because I say you can't."
"That is a very poor reason," said Hal. "Either you will stand aside
now, or I shall call my men."
The woman realized the force of this reasoning. With a gesture of
resignation she stepped aside. Hal advanced.
"I hope he shoots you through the door," said the woman to Hal.
"Thanks for the hint," said Hal dryly. "I'll keep out of the line of
fire.


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