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Updated: June 1, 2025
If that smart guy took a notion to swoop down for a close-up o' these mangrove islands, he'd be apt to pick me up, 'specially if he happens to own a pair o' glasses, which stands to reason he sure does. Huh! what a bother. Better be slow 'bout foolin' with a buzz-saw, that's all I c'n say to him." No sooner said than done, which was Perk's usual way of playing the game.
He must have also felt more or less tired, after being caged in the small confines of the cockpit so long, for he followed Perk's example and dropped down on the deck to stretch out while they exchanged opinions. "None too soon for our safety," was the first remark Jack made, "see, there in the east the sky has begun to take on a faint rosy tint which means the sun must be making ready to rise."
It was fierce work, yet bordering on the ludicrous, Jack told himself, meanwhile wondering just how long Perk's heap of missiles would persist, also what was bound to happen when the rock pile was gone.
Jack, looking further, had just managed to discover a leg that was thrust into view when Perk's first rock crashed on the roof, making a terrific noise. Following this came a burst of gunfire with the acrid powder-smoke filling the room and making seeing next to impossible.
As a rule it was Perk's duty to see that their flying ship was well stocked with all necessary supplies, from liquid fuel and lubricating oil down to such food stores as they would require, even if forced to remain for days, or a week, without connections along the line of groceries and commissary stuff.
"I c'n feel it comin' on again, partner the ticklin' feelin' you know, an' I'm afraid I'll start acoughin' to beat the band must have more drink." It seemed nothing could be done until Perk's sensitive throat had been properly attended to, so once more they crept and trailed along until the vicinity of the well had been reached.
In the end they managed to get the amphibian between two jutting banks where the vegetation was so dense that there was no chance of a trail or road passing that way. In the early morning Jack planned to once again conceal his ship, even as the captured sloop had been camouflaged by Perk's clever use of green stuff.
The woman rose and, as it seemed to Polly Brewster, moved in humble submissiveness back to the shelter. White consternation was stamped on the Unspeakable Perk's face as he handed the revolver to its owner. "Do you need me?" he asked quickly. "If not, I must go back at once." "I do not need you," said the girl, in level tones. "You lied to me." His expression changed.
Just that thing happened inside the Unspeakable Perk's smooth-running, scientific brain upon incitement of his flag's desecration and his lady's grief. To her it seemed that he shot past her horizontally like a human dart. The next second he was over the railing, had swung from a branch of the neighboring tree to the trunk, and leaped to the ground, all in one movement of superhuman agility.
This was not because he lacked confidence in his loquacious chum's ability to keep a still tongue in his head or exercise due caution, but usually through a desire to make doubly sure of his own ground before submitting the arrangement to Perk's sharp criticism, which Jack valued even more than the other suspected.
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