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worse'n me. Honors are 'bout even, I guess, and
if ever I do run across that lad again I'm meanin'
to shake hands with him, jest out o' consideration
for the fox an' geese game us air pilots used to
play in the big ruction over there."

By chance Perk turned his gaze in another
direction for he no longer found any interest in
keeping tabs on his late antagonist whose ship
was now growing dim in the distance, having
entered among a bunch of fleecy clouds.

Hardly had Perk turned his head than he gave
utterance to a low cry.

"What do I see but another crate humping
along this way, an' outen the no'th in the bargain?"
he observed, with ill concealed eagerness
in his tones. "Could it be Oscar, an' the other
skunks got 'em a hull fleet o' airships to carry on
their trade o' smugglin' in licker, diamonds an'
ocr>   Chinks that want to get in this country morc'n
fix>   Chinks that want to get in this country more'n
they do the yeller man's Paradise? Oh! rats,
what'm I thinkin' about--wake up, Gabe Perkiser,
an' use your noodle like it was given to you
to handle. To be sure that second plane is our
own bus, with my pal handlin' the stick. An' I
guess Oscar must a glimpsed him headin' this
way, which made him reckon this wasn't the
healthiest place in the country for a feller o' his
size, so he skipped out _pronto_. Yep, that's my
pal for a cookey, I'd know his way o' handlin'

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