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Updated: June 10, 2025
I can't take it into court but " She paused in the middle of her sentence as her eyes swept the sea. Focusing the binoculars on a small speck on the horizon, she announced: "Here comes Mascola now in his speed-boat. We'll haul them aboard, boys. Then I'll talk business with the dago. Get his nets first." Falling to eagerly, Gregory received his first lesson in pulling the nets.
Aw, come on, boss, speak pretty! Just keep your shirt on and I'll hustle like a steam-engine." "Well, maybe you're right. But these assistant aviators in the crowd get me wild.... All right? Hoorray. Here goes.... Say, don't stop for anything after I get off. Leave the boys to pack up, and you hustle over to Sea Cliff for the speed-boat. You ought to be in New Haven almost as soon as I am."
Only two in fact," she added. "Mascola's speed-boat and Rossi's fleet-tender." "Who is Rossi?" "Mascola's fishing captain. Next to his boss and old Rock, one of the biggest crooks in town. He knows his business though," she supplemented half-admiringly, "and is a good man for Mascola." "Who's Rock?" asked Gregory. The girl faced about suddenly. "Rock's the big man of a little town.
"The Gray Ghost ran the Curlew down about an hour ago off the Hell-Hole Isthmus," he said. The two strangers drew closer and listened intently to the news while Dickie chafed at Gregory's failure to get under way. "That means we've got to be off," exclaimed one of the men. "How about going over in that speed-boat of yours?" Gregory nodded. "That's what I was figuring on," he said.
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