Smoke! He turned the focusing adjustment a trifle. Too soon to signalit may be an oil-burning steamer and not the yachtor a rum-runner of a revenue patrolits thick, black oil smoke, the sort the yacht would giveit is a small boatyes"He will come, I dare say. And so will the others, now that you are able to see them. Brewster inquired."
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[Pg 278]Nothing but old overalls and some tools on the floor, Dick commented.Cairness assured him that he was not. "It is not my mission on earth to straighten out the territories, heaven be praised. This is purely a personal matter, entirely so. You may call it revenge, if you like. Lawton's in jail all safe, as you know. I got him there, and if he gets out anyway, I'll put him back again on this count."Dick, instantly catching Larrys notion, went to the forward seat, while Larry took the second compartment behind the big fuel tank.And now it was a struggle of sheer force and agility. She managed to whip out the knife from her belt and to strike time and time again through sinewy flesh, to the bone. The only noise was the dragging of their feet on the sand, the cracking of the willows and the swishing of the blade. It was savage against savage, two vicious, fearless beasts.He walked to the airplane, standing before its hangar, determined to use the after seat, as did most pilots flying alone in a dual machine, and turned to Tommy inquiringly.