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place we learned they was shippin' Chinks over
to Florida from, ain't it Jack, boy?"

"Just what it was," admitted the other. "It
seems that this big combine, made up of rich
American sporting men, with a mixture of
Cubans and adventurers from all nations,
doubles up in crashing Uncle Sam's coast gates
with aliens, as well as hard stuff in bottles and
barrels."

"Me, I'm jest awonderin'?" continued Perk,
"whether it could a'happened that this same
Oscar Gleeb an' me ever hit it up and had an air
duel tryin' to strafe each other when flyin' across
No-Man's-Land over there. Kinder like to meet
up with him so we could run over our scraps an'
see if one o' us sent t'other down in a blazin' coffin.
It'd be funny if it turned out that way."

"Queer things do happen sometimes," agreed
Jack, yawning. "This warm day's made me feel
a bit lazy but as soon as we get a move on all
ocr>   that will slip away like fog under the morning ??linedeleted
fix>   that will slip away like fog under the morning
sun."

"I say, partner, how 'bout that Greek sponger
we talked with when we dropped in at Tarpon
Springs t'other day--you kinder s'pected he
knew a heap more about these goin's-on than he
ocr>   wanted us to grab, even if we was jest s-posed to
fix>   wanted us to grab, even if we was jest s'posed to
be Northern tourists, bent on havin' a fishin'
spree later on when big tarpon strike in around

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