Bill Barnes Air Adventurer, July 1935 — page 90: what you’re looking at

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88 BILL BARNES The French infantry poured through the gate after it. There was no opposition to the advance. The blacks were stream- ing out of the other side of the fort, throwing their guns away as they ran. A French bugle’s clarion notes shrilled above the occasional crackle of . rifle fire. “En avant!’ screamed a hun- dred frenzied voices. The French had taken the fort to find it undefended. Sweeping low, Bill skimmed the top of the arsenal, being careful to have enough speed to avoid the fire of the machine guns there if they were turned on him. But they were not turned on him. Instead, one of the men on the roof began to dance and wave his arms at him. He whipped back and peered more closely. : | ‘It was Shorty! Shorty and a tall, young man with blond hair and fair skin. He, Bill knew, would be young Wyndam. But who was the girl? THAT EVENING the plateau that had so recently been swarming with the army of General Heilner was dotted with camp fires. Malagasy tirailleurs and French soldiers sat about them sing- ing folk songs far into the night. About one of the fires sat Bill and his men, Dick Wyndam, Cistra Boettner and a French colonel. BAK) JUNIOR wy ae 2 BLADES “You see, colonel,” Wyndam was say- ing to the Frenchman, “Miss Boettner is going to be my wife as soon as we can post the bans in the capital. She was forced into this thing unwillingly and we just got her out in time. If she hadn’t freed Mr. Hassfurther and myself and got us those machine guns to-day your whole force might have been wiped out before you got in here. The machine guns inside the walls did the trick.” “Trick? Trick?’ the French colonel said. “Sure, trick,’ Sandy put in. “Trick —like a dog does!’ “Shut up!’ Bill shouted. “Enough!” the Frenchman - said. “Miss Boettner will not be bothered and the others are dead. But you, my friend,” he said, turning to Bill, “you and your men will be recommended for decorations by my government. You have, perhaps, saved our island.” Bill’s face flushed and he was pleased. But he shook his head. “No decorations,’ he said, emphati- cally, “and no publicity. I want to keep out of the papers. I get too much of that stuff.” “Listen! Sandy interrupted. “Speak for yourself, Bill. If the guy wants to give mea decoration—I’m taking it!” HERE’S THE TOP m Shaving Value @ Unusual shaving results plus a record-break- for Probak Jr., the sensational new double- edge razor blade. Made for quick, easy work on <r», tough beards, this blade is ground, honed | and stropped automatically. Its e], amazingly keen edges glide through af’ stubborn bristles with surprising sas ease. Try Probak Jr. and see. MADE IN W.5.4. ___ 7M. REG. US. PAT. OFF. OTHER PATENTS PENDING Pa oO COMmicloo ing low price have won nation-wide popularity < CO