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Fort Myers--could them spongers have a hand
afetchin' in bottled stuff, or ferryin' Chinks over
from some island halfway point?"

"Some folks seem to think that possible," he
was told. "After looking over the ground, and
getting the opinion of a heap of people who
ought to have an intelligent opinion covering the
facts known and suspected, I've come to the conclusion
that if ever there was a time when you
could play safe by suspecting everybody you met
of having some sort of money interest in this big
game, it's down along the Florida west coast and
like as not over toward Miami just the same.
I'm not trusting my secrets to a living soul, saving
a few Government agents to whom I've been
directed by my superiors--and I'm even a bit
leery about some of that bunch."

"Yeah! From this time on seems to me we'd
be wise to play a lone hand, an' not bother about
takin' any gyps into our confidence, eh what,
Jack?"

"You never said truer words, my boy,"
assented the other, smiling as he noted the look
of pleasure flashing across the bronzed face of
his pal at thus having his own opinion confirmed;
for Perk valued a few words of praise
from Jack far above any other source.

"Kinder get to thinkin' that Greek sponger--Alexis
ocr>   was his name, if my memory ain't gimme,
fix>   was his name, if my memory ain't gimme

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