PUPPIES OF THE PACK
"A' got hame." said Tim grimly, "an ain o' yon Hoons did no' get hame. Mon! It took him an awfu' long time to fa'!"
He went off to his breakfast and later, when Blackie came in search for him, found him lying on his bed smoking a long black cigar, his eyes glued to the pages of "Texas Tom, or the Road Agent's Revenge."
"I forgot to tell you. Tam," ?aid Captain Blackie. "that von Zeidlitz is down."
"Doon?" said Tam. "‘Fritz Fokker' doon? Puir laddie! He were a gay fichter—who straffit him?"
"You did—he was the man you shot down yesterday."
Tam's eves were bright with excitement.
"Ye're fulin' me noo?" he asked eagerly. "It wisna me that straffit him? Puir auld Freetz! It were a bonnie an' a carefu' shot I got him. He wis above me, d'ye ken? 'Ah naw!' says I. 'Ye'll no try that tail-bitin' trick on Tam." says I; 'naw. Freetz—!' An' I maneuvered to miss him. I put a
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