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move, our hat's thrown into the ring, and we'll
ocr>   either make Pike's Peak, or--bustl"
fix>   either make Pike's Peak, or--bust!"

Presently Perk began to convince himself he
could at times pick up the throbbing sound of a
humming motor, undoubtedly one of those on
their way out to the supply boat off shore some
miles and ready to deliver such number of high-priced
cases as the lists called for.

Yes, when the night wind veered or shifted a
bit he was absolutely certain about picking up
the chug-chug-chug that betrayed the presence
of the leading speed boat.

About this time Perk noticed two separate
things that had a bearing on their mission--the
first was that for some reason they no longer
romped along at their earlier speed, showing that
the pilot had seen fit to slacken his craft to a considerable
degree, though keeping up steerage
way. The second thing that struck Perk was the
fact that they were slowly but surely making a
decided swing off to the west, which if continued
would make their immediate course a complete
circle.

ocr>   "Go to it, old hoss I" he was saying, just as if
fix>   "Go to it, old hoss!" he was saying, just as if
he expected the other to hear every word which
was out of the question with that whirring propeller
keeping up its low, sing-song tone. "You
got 'em beat a mile when it comes to playin' safe,
that's right. Don't want to rile the water an' let

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