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thrills out o' it. Mebbe now you noticed some
sort o' crate just vanishing among them clouds
off toward the east as you breezed along?"

ocr>   "Thought I did," carne the immediate reply,
fix>   "Thought I did," came the immediate reply,
"but the visibility was getting poor, and I
couldn't be sure it wasn't a buzzard, or even an
eagle ducking in and out. What's it mean,
Perk--was he kicking up a mess around here?"

"You said it, partner, an' his name was sure
Oscar--Oscar Gleeb, 'cause he got mad as hops
when I asked him, an' told me that wasn't any o'
my business. But we sure did have a nice hot
spell, Oscar'n me."

"Yes, and I reckon now you got your old right
ear touched up again, Perk, for I can see streaks
of half-dried blood running down your cheek."

"Yeah, he nicked me okay, an' if this keeps on
much further I'll soon be taken for the Manassa
Mauler, 'cause it'll gimme a cauliflower ear.
Who are these two lads, Jack--look like they
might belong to the Coast Guard."

"Just what they are--meet Tom Cairns and
Red McGrath, who have been sent along with
me to take charge of this contraband and hand
it over to Mr. Philip Ridgeway, temporarily in
charge of the Treasury Department interests
along the West Coast here, with headquarters in
Tampa--this is the fine pal you heard me speaking
about a few times, boys--Gabe Perkiser,

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