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the outer edge of which we lay low with our
crate so nicely camouflaged. For that matter we
could cover the deck the same way, since it'll be
from the air most likely the danger is bound to
come--through Oscar Gleeb, the German ex-war
pilot."

"Sounds good to me, buddy!" snapped Perk,
grinning.

"I'll swing around overhead, and have my eye
peeled for any sign of trouble," continued Jack,
"and also keep tabs on you while on the trip
ocr>   south. Of course we don't knovt just what speed
fix>   south. Of course we don't know just what speed
you can coax out of that rusty old engine, but
even at a minimum of six or eight miles per
hour, we surely ought to get in hiding before
sun-up."

"Easy enough, Boss, and mebbe long before,"
Perk agreed. "Didn't you get the far away
grumble of a marine engine working just when
we climbed aboard this junk--I didn't say anything
at the time, but I guessed as how it might
be that second tub turnin' tail an' puttin' for the
shore."

"I made up my mind that was what it stood
for," Jack told his companion. "They listened
to all that terrible racket and just made up their
minds it was too hot out this way for them to
make the riffle. Oh, well! two may be company,
but three's considered a crowd and we might

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