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the motor of the Lockheed-Vega crate might
suddenly develop some fault, compelling the
flight to be abandoned in its inception.

"Even that fact may yet turn out to be the best
thing we could wish for," Jack told him confidently,
being built on the order of a fellow who
could see something to rejoice over in nearly
every occurrence, no matter how thick the gloom
surrounding it.

"There he swings up an' is off--a slick jump,
b'lieve me an' that guy's some square shooter in
the bargain--knows his business okay anyway.
But Jack, tell me, you don't think he's got our
man alongside him, do you?"

"Well, one thing seems to tell me that isn't a
fact, Perk."

"Yeah, an' what might that be?" demanded
the other quickly.

"Notice that he's already banking, so as to lay
ocr>   his course toward Cape Sable---square in the
fix>   his course toward Cape Sable--square in the
south--get that, don't you Perk?"

"I swan, but you're right there, Jack--which
looks kinder like he didn't mean to strike out for
Miami, don't it?"

"More than likely he's hitting out for Cuba,
or if he veers to the west, it's Mexico or Honduras
he means to head for."

Perk heaved a big sigh of relief.

"Hot ziggetty! but that sounds good to me,

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