MESSING AROUND IN MEXICO 



tions that formerly existed, for the substan- 

 tial, thinking men of that country are awake 

 to the perils of present tendencies and would 

 welcome our co-operation. 



But to go on with this story, such as it is. 

 The Par was several days late in arriving, and 

 about the time we had given her up she crept 

 into port and, with a weak bleat of relief from 

 her police whistle, dropped anchor. Then 

 out of her swarmed a bunch of bewhiskered 

 beach combers, who fell to reviling the boat, 

 the weather, the life of a yachtsman, and one 

 another. 



"She stood on her head all the way down 

 the outside and on her tail all the way up the 

 gulf," Salisbury wailed. "She's not a sub 

 chaser; she's a retriever. We've been up for 

 air just three times on the whole jaunt, and 

 the compass is out anywhere from twelve to 

 eighty degrees. I had to take her by the 

 horns and lead her from one landmark to 

 another." 



"Had to pull down the engine and rebuild 

 it in the middle of a storm," some one said. 

 It was Bill speaking, as we discovered when 

 we took some sail cloth and paint remover 

 and rubbed away part of his grime. ' ' Come 



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