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The fellow, it seemed, had recovered his senses for he tried to bite Perk's hand and received a solid thump on the head for his pains. "So far, good," Jack was saying, half to himself. "Now let's move along to the house and make sure our bird hasn't skipped out while we were so busy at the well here.
He met with fierce resistance, but no matter how desperately the other struggled and fought he was unable to break Perk's terrible hold, so like that of a fighting bulldog, once its teeth have closed for keeps. There the two antagonists rolled to and fro, striving in turn to get on top, only to be over-turned in rotation.
These guys, I take it, are quick on the trigger and if we got to fight we'd have a better chance to pull out alive if we carried this little pill-box." "Oh, well! have it your own way, brother," Jack told him, evidently impressed with Perk's logic; and so they started forth.
That seemingly casual mention of a freshwater lake was not made without some deep meaning Jack must have been told something very important by the Government official with whom he had gone into conference at Tampa and this was his sly way of starting Perk's wits to working overtime in the endeavor to figure things out. "Wait and see what's in the wind, Perk," said the head pilot, with a chuckle.
"I've left my pistol!" muttered Carroll, white-lipped. "I've left my pistol!" Polly Brewster's hand flew to her belt. She drew out the automatic and held it toward the Southerner. But it was not Carroll's hand that met hers; it was the Unspeakable Perk's. "No," said he, and he flung the weapon back of him into the patio. "Oh! Oh!" cried the girl. "You unspeakable coward!"
We've got plenty of grub, and to spare, also Perk here knows a few wrinkles along the cooking line. Suppose we have some sort of spread to celebrate Perk's victory." "Huh! pleases me okay, brother," announced the expectant chef. "I've run across a little rusty kerosene burnin' stove here in what I'd call the cook's galley, an' we might as well have some hot coffee with the eats."
Jack felt that since the canoe was so diminutive, Perk's logic was unanswerable, so he agreed to the division of labor. "Only, if it turns out that the job's a bigger one than you reckon on, buddy, you'll let me take a whirl at it," he suggested, to which the other simply grinned and nodded his head.
"This flare business, that our captive Indian was predicting," Jerry asked. "Think there's anything to it? Or am I just learning rumors about my profession from lay sources?" "A rather presumptuous prediction, though he may be right." Perk's clipped tone was partly English, partly the hauteur of the professional.
A far-away and faint buzzing sound came to Perk's ears but instead of adding to his excitement it really seemed to cool his blood, for surely this had nothing whatever to do with snakes of any kind. "Huh! must be a crate partner!" bubbled the relieved Perk. "No question about that, Perk, and growing clearer right along, showing it's heading this way."
"Shucks! that's me all over, old hoss, but I'm sure glad to hear you say the last chance ain't snuffed out yet," mumbled Perk contritely, but at least he had gained his point which was to coax Jack to mix a little good cheer in with the gloom that had descended on his, Perk's soul.
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