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The Sky Pilot in No Man’s Land

CHAPTER V
13/44

"My work prevents me, your work does not." Hence it came that by the end of August Barry found himself in the far northern wilds of the Peace River country, a hundred miles or so from Edmonton, attached to a prospecting-hunting party of which Mr.Osborne Howland was the nominal head, but of which the "boss" was undoubtedly his handsome, athletic and impetuous daughter Paula.

The party had not been on the trail for more than a week before every member was moving at her command, and apparently glad to do so.
The party were camped by a rushing river at the foot of a falls.

Below the falls the river made a wide eddy, then swept down in a turbulent rapid for some miles.

The landing was a smooth and shelving rock that pitched somewhat steeply into the river.
The unfortunate Harry, who after the day's march had exchanged his heavy marching boots with their clinging hobnails for shoes more comfortable but with less clinging qualities, in making preparation for the evening meal made his way down this shelving rock of water.

No sooner had he filled his pail than his foot slipped from under him, and in an instant the pail and himself were in the swiftly flowing river.
His cry startled the camp.
"Hello!" shouted Duff, with a great laugh.


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