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Updated: June 1, 2025
Then, after another delay when Jack imagined he had caught a suspicious little scratching sound, as of something moving, they drew up on hands and knees alongside what seemed to be a rustic shelter covering an opening with a real windlass, rope and all, to fill Perk's heart with joy in the belief that his throat was in a fair way of having its roughness relieved in short order.
"It'll make our chances better with one showing a yellow streak and turning on his employer for State's evidence," was Jack's quick rejoinder, the idea being quite to Perk's liking as he speedily made manifest. "Jumpin' jimcracks! we c'n tote the pair right nifty an' I'm meanin' to see that other guy gets all that's comin' to him, after that nasty crack on the coco he gimme with them irons.
Most of the trees were festooned with long trailing banners of gray Spanish moss that gave them a most unusual appearance. Since it was Perk's first hand knowledge concerning the looks of a genuine Southern swamp, he felt justified in making frequent halts in order to gaze and wonder.
Wondered now if me'n an' you mightn't a had a private scrap o' our own in them bully times. Allers did hanker to have a talk-fest with you, sense I heard 'bout you bein' one o' them bloomin' hot Junker pilots." A hoarse laugh greeted this amazing sally of Perk's.
He even told himself he could catch the sound of splashing and oars working madly in the locks, although this may have been only imagination on Perk's part, but for one thing, he did glimpse a moving light and could detect a chugging movement such as would accompany the inglorious flight of the speedboat, racing for some shore harbor.
But no, it was keeping on in perfect rhythm, sounding in Perk's ear something like the tattoo of a machine-gun in action and sending out its swarm of leaden missiles a sound that had long ago become so familiar to his ears as never to be forgotten, despite the lapse of time.
Perk saw him step over, while they were still on deck, and lift a ragged tarpaulin that seemed to cover some bulky object toward the stern of the sloop. After that one look Jack gave the well-worn covering a hitch and a toss that sent it flying revealing something that caused Perk's eyes to stick out with astonishment, not mentioning a sudden spasm of delight.
It was one of Perk's peculiar little eccentricities that he could do better thinking if only he had a bit of chewing gum between his teeth, just to keep some muscles at work, he said, and in some mysterious fashion having this energy pass from his working jaws to his brain and hasten its activities.
Brewster was performing prodigies with a niblick which he had extracted, at full run, from a bag opportunely resting against the hat-rack. Almost before they knew it, the rescue party had broken the intercepting wing of the mob, and had joined the others. Cluff threw a gorilla-like arm across the Unspeakable Perk's shoulder, "Hurt, boy?" he cried anxiously. "No, I'm all right.
So once again the pair set out to finish their exploration of the object of their latest "strafing" feat when a battle had been brought to an abrupt close with all hands in full flight simply by a dextrous movement of Perk's arm and the tossing of a couple of innocent looking tear-bombs into the midst of the warring factions. This time it was Jack who made the discovery.
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