"
"Do you know a fellow called Corwin?"
"I am Corwin," said Harry.
"My name is Thompson. Your brother Will was over here last week
looking for you, and told me that if I was still here when you arrived
I was to look you up. He may not get a chance to run over again for
a bit. He is some distance away."
Harry was delighted. He introduced his companions to Thompson, who
told them Will Corwin was fit and well, and had become quite famous
as a flyer. Thompson promised to dine at their mess that evening.
He did so, and after dinner sat and chatted about flying in general,
telling the Brighton boys many things strange to them about the
development of the flying service since the beginning of the war.
"I was in England in August, 1914, when the war broke out," Thompson
said. "I had been interested for some time in flying; had learned
to fly a machine myself, and had watched most of the big international
flying meets. I knew some of the rudimentary points about aircraft,
and as I had a cousin who was in the motor manufacturing business in
England, I had been put fairly into touch with aeroplane engines.
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