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" Tommy Hale had gone to England to join
the Royal Flying Corps. One or two of them were in Canada, trying
to enlist there, and one evening Graham brought home to dinner
an inordinately tall and thin youngster in the kilts of a
Scotch-Canadian regiment, with an astounding length of thin leg
below his skirts, who had been one of Marion's most reckless
satellites.
"Look like a fool, I know, sir," said the tall individual sheepishly.
"Just had to get in it somehow. No camouflage about these skirts,
is there?"
And Clayton had noticed, with a thrill of sympathy, how wistfully
Graham eyed the debonnair young Scot by adoption, and how Buckham
had hovered over him, filling his plate and his glass. Even Graham
noticed Buckham.
"Old boy looks as though he'd like to kiss you, Sid," he said.
"It's the petticoats. Probably thinks you're a woman."
"I look better with my legs under the table," said the tall boy,
modestly.
Clayton was still determined that Graham should fight the thing out
for himself.


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