idn't you?" Jimmy nodded. "I

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One day and asked if Louis Deschamps could be spared from headquarters
to go and give Macpherson a hand as helper. The colonel smiled. He knew
what was in the wind. The Scot knew well where he could obtain helpers
in plenty if he needed them. But Colonel Marker was as ready to help the
Brighton boys as was the sergeant-major, so he smilingly acquiesced, and
the next morning Louis came to camp attired in a suit of blue dungarees
over his khaki. In ten days' time Macpherson had taken the French lad to
his heart, and was never so happy as when working away with him over a
refractory engine and chatting along in a seemingly never-ending stream
of engine small-talk. All of which was meat and drink to Louis, and was
rapidly acquainting him with much that it would otherwise have taken him
years of experience to acquire. Joe Little and Jimmy Hill had a council
of war with Louis Deschamps one night. These three were fast growing to
be closer than brothers. What one of them had he was anxious the other
two should share at once. "I think I can see my way to get you fellows
working in the hangars," Louis said. "Mac will help us. I never saw such
a good friend. I told him you fellows were anxious to get closer to the
planes and he is turning it over in his mind. He will have a scheme
soon, and when he does, it