Never saw the blighter.

I was following an old two-seater at the time.

He put a bullet through the box by my head, and cut two of my stays.

If old B.
hadn't happened to come up and chased him off I was for it.

Damned fool! But the morning wasn't wasted, afterwards I got two two-seaters." I said: "Do you realise you have killed four men this morning ?" "No," he said, "but I winged two damned nice birds." Then we went upstairs and he sat like a lamb.
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