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able to pick up a shred of positive evidence that
would convict him.

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fix>   "Gosh, amighty, we're flyin' high, buddy!"
was what Perk exclaimed and immediately his
wits went into a huddle. He must get busy and
figure things out, just as football teams do when
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They had been passing over the land for some
little time and still Jack kept heading almost
directly into the northeast. He knew just where
he expected to make his goal, due to a close
application to his charts and maps of the Florida
region.

Debarred from fishing for information while
the flight was on, Perk was forced to seek consolation
in making good use of his binoculars,
sweeping the heavens for signs of other
suspicious planes or endeavoring to make out
the character of the terrain over which they were
speeding.

Occasionally he managed to discover some
tiny light and this gave him an opportunity to
speculate as to its meaning--if isolated he concluded
it must either be a campfire made by
alligator hunters, or a street light in some small
hamlet, such as he imagined might be found in
this almost wild section of lower Florida where
the Everglades with their eternal water kept settlers
from picking out locations for starting

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