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 there," affirmed Cat. "You're the slowest rummy I ever saw. Why in the name o' Heck didn't you make him take you with him? Bet your life, I'd gone if my dad had a clipper."

"Nothing doing!" returned Legs. "It's something secret—about oil. He couldn't take any of the family only his friends. Dad sure is good to his friends. He wants 'em to put a lot o' money in oil lands down there."

"Gee! I wish my daddy had a yacht," sighed Cat comically, "then I wouldn't have to go down on that blamed motorcycle with the coast guard. Wish Turner had brought the hydroplane up."

"Jiminy! have they got a hydro down there, too?" asked Jimmy excitedly.

"Sure they have. Didn't I tell you that? An airplane rigged up in a life preserver, that's what it looks like to me. They use it to survey the sounds and creeks around Cape Peril. Oh my, oh me, I see where I get a ride every day. You fellows, too, if you don't lose your nerve flying down to Seagulls' Nest."

"Bet your sweet life, here's one scout that won't," asserted Jimmy valiantly.