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THE BOY ALLIES IN THE BALKAN CAMPAIGN

OR

The Struggle to Save a Nation

By CLAIR W. HAYES

AUTHOR OF "The Boy Allies in Great Peril," "The Boy Allies at Liége,"
"The Boy Allies on the Firing Line," "The Boy Allies with the Cossacks,"
"The Boy Allies in the Trenches."

1916

CHAPTER I.

IN THE AIR.

"And how do you feel now, Mr. Stubbs?"

Hal Paine took his eyes from the distance ahead long enough to gazetoward that part of the military aeroplane in which three other figureswere seated. It might rather be said, however, that two of the otherswere seated, for the third figure was huddled up in a little ball, nowand then emitting feeble sounds.

In response to Hal's question, this huddled figure straightened itself uplong enough to make reply.

"I feel sick," came the answer in a low voice. "How long before we canget back to earth, so that I may die peacefully?"

"Oh, I guess you won't die, Mr. Stubbs," said Hal, chuckling a bitto himself.

He turned his eyes ahead again and gave his entire attention to guidingthe swiftly flying craft.

The first streak of dawn had appeared in the east but a few momentsbefore and gradually now it was growing light. High in the air, it wasvery chilly and those in the aeroplane had drawn their coats closelyabout them.

"Where do you suppose we are now, Hal?"

This speaker was another of the passengers in the car, Chester Crawford,chum and bosom companion of Hal.

"Somewhere over Central Austria," replied Hal, not taking his eyesfrom ahead.

"I would rather that it were over Serbia, Montenegro or Greece," said thefourth occupant of the airship, Colonel Harry Anderson of His BritishMajesty's service. "I'm beginning to get a little cramped up here. I'dlike to stretch my legs a bit."

"You won't ever stretch them again, you may be sure of that," said ahollow voice, none other than that of Anthony Stubbs, American warcorrespondent, who now aroused himself enough to predict dire results.

"What?" said Colonel Anderson. "And why won't I ever stretch mylegs again?"

"The undertaker'll do it for you," groaned Stubbs. "This contraption isbound to come down pretty quick and when it does it'll be all off."

"Can't see why that should worry you any," remarked the colonelcheerfully. "It won't be your funeral."

"No, but I'll have one at about the same time," Stubbs moaned. "I go downwhen you do."

He raised his voice a trifle. "Let's go down, Hal," he continued. "I'mawfully sick."

"Go down nothing," ejaculated Chester. "Think we want to give the
Austrians another chance at us, huh?"

"Better be shot by an Austrian than to die in this infernal machine,"declared Stubbs in a feeble voice.

"This," said Chester calmly, "is an airship and not an infernal machine."

"Well, it's my idea of an infernal machine, all the same," Stubbsgroaned. "We'll all come down in pieces, as sure as you're a foot high."

"Oh, I guess not," said Che

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