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like half an hour when watchful Perk, the observer,
made a discovery worth-while he believed.
He communicated with his companion,
the useful ear-phones chancing to be in place--trust
Perk for that.

"Somethin' doin' out there to the west, partner--look
up to a higher ceilin' an' you'll see it.
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"A crate, all right," commented Jack, whose
quick eyesight had immediately picked up the
moving object.

"Looks like it might a come all the way
across the gulf--d'ye think from some Mexican
port, Jack?"

"Like as not," assented the other. "These
crooks make a start from any one of a score of
jumping-off places, but always with a specified
landing-field ahead."

"Then you figger," continued Perk, "he might
be one o' the gang, fetchin' Chinks across or
mebbe precious stones, bought in Paris, and
shipped to Mexico on the way to New York, eh,
partner?"

"Chances are three to one that's what it
means," Jack told him.

Perk continued to wield his important binoculars
and presently, when the lofty plane was
passing over, he stated his opinion.

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