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season an' I hereby promise to send back whatever
you throw me. Go on and do your stuff, old
ocr>   boss--I'm on to your game okay!"
fix>   hoss--I'm on to your game okay!"

He found further cause for congratulation
when he made certain that the plane was now
headed for the smiling surface of the little bay
close by, showing that the pilot intended to make
his little splash, and take a look at the hidden
sloop with its illicit cargo of many cases that had
been so mysteriously snatched from the hands of
those with whom he was in close association.

This was as Perk would have it if given any
decision in the matter. Once the amphibian
started to taxi toward him and they would be
placed on the same footing, each with a machine
gun to back him up and former experience in
handling such a weapon equally balanced. Could
anything be fairer than that, Perk asked himself,
preparing for business at the drop of the
hat?

The plane had made contact with the water
and was floating there like an enormous aquatic
fowl of some unknown species. Now the pilot
was making a right turn as though meaning to
come down on Perk with the western breeze--his
motor was keeping up more or less of a
furore, which told Perk that shrewd though these
up-to-date contraband runners might be, at least
they had slipped a cog by failing to keep up with

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