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Indeed, it was a moment of more or less suspense,
although Perk was telling himself he did
not care a particle whether the smuggler pilot
discovered the mast of the sloop, with its camouflaged
ocr>   deck below or not*.
fix>   deck below or not.

He was only hoping that the other might not
take a notion to fly overhead and try to drop some
sort of a miserable bomb down upon the spot
where things looked a bit suspicious to him. Possibly
Perk still seemed to get a faint whiff of the
tear gas that had drenched the smugglers' boat
at the time he himself hurled those two bombs
with such deadly accuracy and the possibility of
being himself made the target of a similar attack
was anything but pleasing for him to contemplate.

This time the Curtiss-Robin sped past not
much more than three hundred feet above, so
that he could plainly make out a head, with its
protecting helmet, earflaps, and goggles, that was
projected from the cabin.

ocr>   "Darn his nerve, if he ain't wavin' his ha.nd to
fix>   "Darn his nerve, if he ain't wavin' his hand to
ocr>   me to say, 'I see you little boy, you'fe it'! Spotted
fix>   me to say, 'I see you little boy, you're it!' Spotted
me, danged if he didn't, by ginger! an' now the
fun's a'goin' to start right along. Wow! this is
what I like, an' pays up for a wheen o' lazy days.
How the blood does leap through a feller's veins
when he feels he's in action again. Oscar, old
boy, here's wishin' you all the compliments o' the

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