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Chapter 9. I Am Introduced to Strong Magic-2
“Archie,” I said, when we met, “I want to ask a great favour from you. Are you doing anything special in the next fortnight?” He admitted that he had thought of getting back to Scotland to watch a pair of nesting greenshanks. “Let the greenshanks alone, like a good fellow. I’ve probably got to go to Norway on the 21st, and I shall want to get home in the deuce of a hurry. The steamer’s far too slow.” “Destroyer,” he suggested. “Hang it, this is not the War. Talk sense. I want an aeroplane, and I want you to fetch me.” Archie whistled long and loud. “You’re a surprisin’ old bird, d**k. It’s no joke bein’ a pal of yours. . . . I dare say I could raise a bus all right. But you’ve got to chance the weather. And my recollection of Norway is that it’s not very well provided with landin’ pl
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