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Jack, observing what his chum had accomplished,
felt compelled to give the artist his meed
of commendation.

"You sure made a fine job of smothering
ocr>   things with all this stuff, Perk," he.told him,
fix>   things with all this stuff, Perk," he told him,
which was music in the other's ears, since he
ocr>   would rather have Jack praise him than ^ny one
fix>   would rather have Jack praise him than any one
he knew. "No easy thing to hide these stretched-out
ocr>   wings and the fuselage, too, as well as the
fix>   wings and the fusilage, too, as well as the
shiny parts of the crate--motor, propeller, and
such, but _you_ fixed it to beat the band."

"Can that sort o' talk, partner--it was a soft
job an' anybody with sense could a'done it as
good as yours truly. Goin' to be a sure enough
long day, 'cordin' to my way o' lookin' at it."

"Oh! nothing like having a little patience,"
commented Jack calmly, for he seldom showed
signs of being in a hurry. "Men in our line of
business must learn to just hang on and wait for
the proper minute to strike the hook home in the
fish's jaw."

"Yeah, an' then hang on some more, after they
git the barb well hooked, with the game fish
kickin' up an awful row," chuckled Perk. "Huh!
don't I know how impatience is my besettin' sin
and ain't I always a'trying' to curb it? That's
why I'm crazy to work in double harness with
you, brother, 'cause you hold me in when I feel
like spreadin' myself brashly. Guess I know

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