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 Jimmy. I reckon it just naturally fits in better with Todd."

Hardy was already shaking Jimmy's right hand while the lad used his left to ball a fist at the barking Cat.

"That'll do for today, Miller," said Hardy, as he released Jimmy's hand. "Don't use up all your words. May need a few when you grow up and get in the lawyer game. Jimmy and Legs, then, are these fellows' names to me and I'm plain Hardy. See! Don't want anyone to be mistering anybody. Not even the cook does it at Seagulls' Nest. Now, let's beat it."

He directed his guests toward the resting place of his famous flyer Windjammer, on a level, firm plot of ground well back from the lighthouses and the sand hills.

"Gee, boys, you don't know how glad I am to have you," he said as they trotted along. "Nothin' like fifteeners for pep, and we'll all pep together. I've got a sort of holiday at present. Turner's busy on some maps and photos, so our operations are held up for a spell. I've just got a job as lighthouse inspector on the coast, but don't count on their calling on