Wheeling around, he was relieved to see that the acolytesaboard the other vessels had been equally successful. Wigg moved his fingers,causing the thumbscrew to fly across the room and into his palm. Wigg was more than three hundred years old. Knowing that he finally had Tristan trapped, Xanthus smiled.
Fireworks were furnished by the Boches who sent over an airraid that made everybody scuttle for the bombproof dugout. As they lost altitude and Wigg’s viewing angleon them changed, the shimmering shapes started changing color to perfectly mimic the greengrass over which they flew. Landing warily on the bloody floor, he spun around and took stockof the situation. Gol y, I could drink a cup of coffee, said Mac.
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