TAM O' THE SCOOTS
"You said Fitzroy McGinty just now."
"Oh, aye," said Tam hastily, "’twas ain of his assoomed names."
"You're a humbug—but here's the kit. Is that of use?"
"Aye."
Tam gathered the garments under his arm and took a solemn farewell.
"Ye'll be meetin' Rabbie again—A' means Angus, Mr. Galbraith—but A'd be glad if ye'd no mention to him that he's weerin' yeer claes."
He went to a distant store and for the rest of the day, with the assistance of a mechanic, he was busy creating the newest recruit to the Royal Flying Corps. Tam was thorough and inventive. He must not only stuff the old suit with wood shavings and straw, but he must unstuff it again, so that he might thread a coil of pliable wire to give the figure the necessary stiffness.
"Ye maun hae a backbone if ye're to be an obsairver, ma mannie," said Tam, "an' noo for yeer bonnie face—Horace, will ye pass
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