THE COMING OF MÜLLER
ye'sel's A'll no talk aboot Tam. A' knaw ma duty, Mister Carter—A'm the offeecial boaster o' the wing an' the coor, an' whin they bring me doon wi' a bullet in ma heid, A' hope ye'll engage anither like me."
"There isn't another like you, Tam," laughed Carter.
"Ye dinna knaw Glasca,’" replied Tam darkly.
Lieutenant Carter went up on "a tour of duty' soon after and Tam was on the ground to watch his departure.
"Tam," he shouted, before the controls were in, "I liked that cigar—I'll take fifty from you to-night."
"Ower ma deid body," said Tam, puffing contentedly at the very last inch of his own; "the watch-wairds o' victory are 'threeft an' economy'!"
"I've warned you," roared Carter, for now the engine was going.
Tam nodded a smiling farewell as the machine skipped and ran over the ground
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