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consolation, since it seemed evident the location
of their job must lie in that quarter toward
which they were now bound like a great owl
swooping on noiseless pinions to seize its prey.

A delicious thrill ran through his frame from
time to time. If any one could "get a kick" from
such a situation it was Perk, who was already
visioning some sort of a battle royal when they
struck the smuggling gang in the midst of their
lawless work. The gang did their best to create
a reign of terror.

Once far out toward the west, where rolled the
tides of the broad gulf that stretched for a
distance of five hundred miles across to the Coast
of Mexico, he certainly did glimpse a light, low
down on the horizon where just the faintest
gleam of the late departed day still lingered.
ocr>   Ha! the mother'Ship no doubt, riding at anchor
fix>   Ha! the mother ship no doubt, riding at anchor
some miles out where the gulf was shallow and
ocr>   holding ground^igood--a heavily laden sailing
fix>   holding ground good--a heavily laden sailing
craft, coming possibly from the Bahamas, and
passing into the gulf between the Florida keys.
Its captain knowing that the cargo they carried
could be much more easily landed there than
around Miami, where the Coast Guard was
more vigilant.

Long and earnestly did Perk stare, picturing
the shore motorboats speeding out through the
gloom toward that signal light to take aboard

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