The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land
"I did," said the youth.
"You sure would get slippy right away."
"I guess you were pretty well startled yourself, weren't you?" said the girl, pursuing the subject with cool persistence.
"Rather," said the young man, blushing more violently, and wishing she would change the subject. "You are going out?" he enquired.
"Too bad," he said, his disappointment evident in his tone.
"When are you going out? But who are you, anyway?" asked the girl. "You have to tell me that."
"My life story, so to speak?"
"It's very short and simple, like the annals of the poor," he replied. "From England in infancy, on a ranch in northern Alberta for ten years, a puny little wretch I was, terribly bothered with asthma, then"--the boy hesitated a moment--"my mother died, father moved to Edmonton, lived there for fi