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What wouldn't I give for daylight so's to see that
boss shindy--shootin' keeps a'goin' on like the
old days over there--wow! They must be a
bunch o' rotten marksmen, or the whole lot'd be
wiped out afore this time. What're we a'goin'
to do 'bout it, Jack--we ought to have some say
what's to be done with all that stuff--no use bein'
eagles o' the skies if we gotter stick around an'
let a measly set o' hawks get away with the
game."

"Don't worry, that's what we're _not_ aiming to
do!" snapped Jack, as he banked, and once again
headed in the direction of the spot where all that
wild commotion was taking place.

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barked Perk, starting up from his seat as though
to make ready.

Before he could throw off his head-harness
Jack stopped him.

"Wait--you got me wrong--let the gun lie
where it is. You know we never expect to use
it unless our lives are in danger. Get the bombs,
Perk--the simple tear bombs--they ought to fill
the bill!"

Perk evidently not only understood now but
was fully in sympathy with the scheme Jack had
hatched out under the spur of necessity--quick
thinking was one of young Ralston's strong points
and his cleverness along those lines had served

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