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When Athol recovered consciousness he found himself in a base hospital. By his bedside stood Desmond Blake and Dick, both swathed in bandages.
"How goes it?" asked Athol feebly.
"The battleplane's done for," replied Dick.
"She's done her bit, and for a wonder we're all here to tell the tale."
"But the Big Push?" persisted the lad.
Desmond Blake's features were wreathed in a smile that betokened confidence.
"Don't worry, Athol," he replied. "So far all goes well with the arms of England and France."
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Transcriber's Notes:The following misprint has been corrected:[Hop it and we'll] —> [Hop in and we'll][Ammunnition and stores] —> [Ammunition and stores][The moniplane's tail rose] —> [The monoplane's tail rose]
The following misprint has been corrected:[Hop it and we'll] —> [Hop in and we'll][Ammunnition and stores] —> [Ammunition and stores][The moniplane's tail rose] —> [The monoplane's tail rose]