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stranger peered across the cabin at the unperturbed operator.

"Who's Ganley?" asked McKinnon.

The man in the steamer-chair let his astonishment explode in a ceiling-ward belch of smoke.

"Ganley! Why, Ganley's the biggest gun-runner doing business in the Caribbean!"

"Gun-runner?"

"Yes, the slickest revolution-maker that ever shipped carbines and smokeless into a Latin-American republic!"

"He's new to me," McKinnon protested.

"He's the man who's always smelling out a country that's looking for a liberator. And he gets a rake-off from the patriots and a rake-off from the Birmingham gun people, and another rake-off from the nitro-makers. Why, he's the man who's been engineering this Locombian uprising for the last seven months! But now