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engaged in the desperate game they're playing
night after night would need such a useful instrument,
so's to keep a sharp lookout for Coast
Guard boats or bunches of revenue men lying in
ambush close to the place they expected to land
a wet cargo, or a couple of high-pay Chinks, it
might be."

"Then you got an idea they must have a spy
up in Washington--a sneaker who c'n find out
what's bein' hatched up so's to cook their goose
an' that he manages to get warnin' down here to
the workin' crews so's to put 'em on their guard--is
that it, partner?"

"Looks that way--that's all I can say, Perk.
Now lie low and don't do any talking, though
with their crate kicking up all that row I reckon
there'd be small chance of their hearing us even
if we shouted."

Perk was chuckling to himself at a great rate
and could not keep from taking advantage of the
invitation Jack had really extended to say:

"Yeah! an' I kinder guess now we got one
thing they ain't, which is a silencer on our engine
that'll keep it muzzled, even if it does knock off
a bit o' our speed when we happen to use it.
Luckiest thing ever you managed to get the Big
Boss to send us such a bully contrivance that
seems to work jest great. Listen to the racket
they're kickin' up right now--enough to tell any

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