[Illustration: Sure enough, there was a mounted man crossing a tiny clearing, two or three miles to the westward] The blazing sun of a Texas afternoon turned air and drab brown earth to gold. Not a breath stirred the huge white stocking that served as a wind-indicator on the airdrome of the McMullen Flight of the Air Service border patrol.…
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