OH, SHOOT! 



with some of them. You'll have a good time, 

 even if you don't get any pictures." 



"I hear they are pretty sour towards 

 strangers," I ventured. 



11 Some of them are," Wilcox agreed. " Down 

 near the Colombian line they have guns and 

 aren't very civilized. But they're nice peo- 

 ple as a whole. I wish I were able to go 

 along." 



There was a "rum" game running at the 

 Strangers' Club, and there I found Mr. 

 Hyatt. Hyatt is the sort of man strangers call 

 "Jimmy" one of those rare, accommodating 

 souls whose time is devoted to doing favors for 

 people who have no possible claim upon him, 

 and yet who has time enough left to attend to 

 his own affairs, and most efficiently. He was 

 delighted to inconvenience himself to any 

 extent, and agreed to be ready when Salisbury, 

 my companion and copartner in this sensitized- 

 celluloid enterprise, had stocked the Wisdom 

 with grub and ice. 



A fresh trade-wind was blowing when the 

 Wisdom nosed out through the breakwater 

 and headed toward South America. While 

 she hogged her way through the swell I held 

 my deck chair in place and tried to wring 



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