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millionaire's ransom--the dark sailors from
Bimimi lolling around on deck, ready to up-sail
and flee should the slightest sign of a Coast
Guard raid make itself manifest. From off toward
the distant shore line there came
dully to their listening ears the repeated throb
of one or more speed boats hastening to lay alongside
and transfer their pre-arranged quota of
cases, after which the burden of getting the illicit
cargo safely landed would rest on the shoulders
of those who manned the smaller smuggler craft.

It was a beautiful little game, Perk was assuring
himself, when he realized how everything
had been arranged to make things work
as though greased. As the isolated places along
the gulf coast were without number and the enforcement
agents woefully pressed to even half
cover their allotted territory, the reason for the
few arrests that had rewarded the most strenuous
efforts on the part of the Coast Guard could be
easily comprehended.

"And that's just why they picked out Jack, out
of all the boys in the service, loaded him up with
this here amphibian crate that c'n drop down on
land or water, it don't matter a darn which, got
him a sort o' side partner to help make things
ocr>   go and turned him loose to pull in the net. Huh I
fix>   go and turned him loose to pull in the net. Huh!
ocr>   we'll know before long just what this racket i-s
fix>   we'll know before long just what this racket is
goin' to wind up in, for we've made our first

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