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and headed toward the lines I tried the lever again - and it didn't [[strikethrough]] work [[/strikethrough]] respond. The wire had broken and I had no gun!

We kept on [[strikethrough]] [[level?]] [[/strikethrough]] staying calmly above blotches of cumuli. I never saw prettier cloud formations with valleys, ridges, mountain canyons similar to the chunks of land thrown about the level country about Montreal. Way up above was a thin layer which reflected the [[strikethrough]] ah[[/strikethrough]] sunlight with a sheen that was as gorgeous as that of the [[strikethrough]] peal[[/strikethrough]] peacock's [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] ^[[that struts]] in the gardens of Nancy. It was a pleasant trip.

Putnam slid along the edge of the cloud gaps with his two trailers trying with much vain manoevering to coax their buses up to his. But we