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when coming with an impetuous rush to investigate
the mysteries of the mangrove islands.

"Huh! that strikes me as a bit queer," Perk
was telling himself as he gazed after the ship,
now growing smaller and smaller as it placed
miles between them. "Looks like Oscar might a
remembered a mighty important engagement he
ought to keep. Oh well, I've had my little
shindig, and it's just as well we both came
through okay--them as 'fights an' runs away,
may live to fight another day,' that old sayin' has
it which is sure a true thing. Hey! what's this
mean--seems like I didn't come through as soft-like
as I figgered I had--blood on my hand, yep,
an' on my face ditto. Guess one o' them nasty
zippin' bullets must a creased my ear, and
fetched the juice a little. Shucks! nothin' to
bother about I'd say."

He took his old red bandanna and dabbed at
his right ear with many a grunt as well as
chuckle.

"Seems like it's the only time I've weltered in
my own gore for a coon's age," Perk was saying
as he looked at the stains on his faithful if faded
rag that had been his close companion on many a
long flight through fog and storm, wintry cold
and summer heat. "But then I got a notion Oscar
must a'been nipped, too, mebbe a whole lot

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