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CHAPTER VIII

THE SPOILS OF VICTORY

"Take hold, Perk," continued Jack, without
losing any time. "We've got to get this poor
chap out in the open air for it's pretty bad down
below here, and bothers my eyes more or less."

So between them they managed to carry the
ocr>   pvounded rum-runner to the deck, where he was
fix>   wounded rum-runner to the deck, where he was
laid down, still groaning, although showing no
other signs of life.

"Step lively, brother, and see if you can run
across any fresh water, so's to pour a little down
his throat," Jack went on to say. "I can dip up
ocr>   some salty stuff by reaching down over the gun'I
fix>   some salty stuff by reaching down over the gun'l
and mop his forehead so's to fetch him around."

"Okay, boss!" snapped the ever ready Perk,
"kinder guess I spied a barrel with a faucet--hope
now she don't hold spirits instead o' water.
Watch my smoke, that's all."

He was indeed back in what he would term a
"jiffy," bearing a battered and rusty tin kettle in
his hand which proved to contain something that
might, with reservations, be called "drinking"
water though it proved to be lukewarm and pos-

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