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Service men fought it out with a taxiing seaplane
on the subtropical waters of the great gulf.

The outcome of course was hidden behind a
haze of mystery--one, or both of those engaged
might never live to tell the story but then that
sort of uncertainty had been his daily portion
during his thrilling service on the French front
and its coming to the surface again after all these
years of less arduous labor only made Perk hug
himself, theoretically speaking.

Now the flying ship was passing directly over
his place of concealment, although at rather a
high ceiling. Would the argus-eyed pilot make
any suspicious discovery, or, failing to do so, continue
his scrutiny along the many leagues of
similar mangrove islands stretching far into the
south?

Perk saw him pass the spot, which caused him
to imagine the game was all off, and he would
have nothing but his trouble for his pains. Indeed
a sense of heavy disappointment had even
begun to grip his heart when he saw the other
suddenly bank and swing as though meaning to
come back again.

"Zowie! kinder looks like he _did_ glimpse
somethin' that struck him as wuth a second
scrutiny," chuckled the anxious watcher, that delicious
thrill once more sweeping over his whole
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