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FOR E S T AND S 'F R E A U 
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THE GULF RANGERS 
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AC six the Mae and her tow were 
bound down Lossman’s, under fair skies. 
John dropped over a line, trolling as they 
went. But progress was impeded by the 
tide and by engine trouble. Do you re- 
call we said, early in our narrative, that 
the Mae developed several kinds of pip? 
She sparked about as regularly as a man 
with asthma. Parts of the water jacket 
*had rusted and there were leaks galore. 
Cold water was being pumped into her 
cylinders in a way that threatened to baf- 
fle even Mr. King, who knew the old craft 
by heart. No wonder she balked! 
We find the Mae, her engines complain- 
ing, en route to Chockoloskee and Marco, 
on the morning of the 21st. Never were 
there more dangerous reefs. Even Hen- 
dry’s steel nerves and quiet self-posses- 
sion were necessary every mile of the long 
way. Oyster bars by the legion were 
dodged. Between Clam Point and Snake 
Key the voyagers resolved to get revenge 
on those bars. They put in at one of the 
clean-shaven islands and swooped down 
upon a bed, eating luscious bivalves in 
their own juice, direct from the shell. 
The Mae, in traveling this far, h.' s 
passed Porpoise Point, Alligator Fo’at 
and Cove, Seminole Point and Turkey 
Key. When they were opposite Manatee 
and the mouth of Chatham Bend River, 
Mr. King would not stop. There were 
stores to be secured at Marco — and gas- 
oline and engine parts. It is not likely 
that they realized then the adventures 
waiting for them up Chevalier Bay. For 
it was here, really, that our story begins. 
What has been told is a sort of happy-go- 
lucky prelude. 
It was dark w'hen the Mae coughed up 
to Chockoloskee, searching out the chan- 
nel. Both Hendry and Mr. King missed 
it and they anchored outside for the 
night. A letter of instructions from home 
was waiting at the Chockoloskee post of- 
fice. That afternoon Hendry and John 
did some deep sea fishing and later had 
the doubtful pleasure of examining some 
REAL game that had been bagged by a 
party of seasoned hunters. They had 
spent a week back in the cleared pine 
tree ground, well equipped for the ex- 
pedition, and were going over to Marco 
on a last lap. 
It made Hendry insanely jealous _to see 
the old buck suspended from a pole be- 
tween two pines. A few feet further 
on, four* others invited attention and as 
for wild turkey — mere snap shots can- 
not do them justice. This exceedingly 
courteous party, having an experienced 
chef and cooking apparatus to do the job 
properly, brought over a great pan-full 
of cooked meat, both deer and turkey and 
as it was piping hot, it made a supper 
of true sportsman form. 
“They spend much time in Big Cy- 
press,” grunted Hendry, “no wonder they 
get deer and Turkey. Come here and 
smell out right place.” 
Another morning brought dense fog 
to further complicate matters. They had 
slipped into shelter for the night but 
getting out was a more difficult problem. 
Twice the Mae grounded and twice they 
