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he--he was rowing by instinct, as the
birds fly, for his gaze was glued to a newspaper
sheet, the sun's own evening edition,
gorgeously printed by the painted rays
in every hue of the spectrum.

He was heading straight--straight for
the floating wharf with its plank-bridge
running out ashore.

Jack at a Pinch again!

"Do--do you know who he is?" Pem
flashed the question upon the older of
her two boy-knights.

"Well-11! I guess so." Stud's joy in
the recognition floundered a little. "He%
--he 's the fellow--one of the fellows%
--who boomed the aeroplane, the other
day, to get you girls quietly out of the
cave, when there was a 'rattler--"

"As if we 'd have made a fuss, anyhow!"
The girl's eyes blazed, again a
patchwork, drawing their red center from
the sun. "You said--you said that it
was so hard to make friends with him,
like whistling jigs to a milestone--ah!"

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