Landor went forward again. "Can you, gentlemen, tell me," he demanded a trifle wrathfully, "where I can find Mr. Foster?" They reckoned, after deliberation, that he might be in Bob's saloon. Which might Bob's saloon be? The man pointed, hooking his thumb over his shoulder, and went on with his conversation and his quid. A dozen or more loafers, chiefly Mexicans, had congregated in front of the dry-goods store.
Jeff opened the gas valve under the wing-tank.Look here! Dick began to chuckle. Weve got a queer combination to work withour Sky Patrol has! Suspicious SandyandSuperstitious Jeff! Sandy grinned ruefully, a little sheepishly. Larry smiled and shook his head, warning Dick not to carry his sarcasm any further, as Jeff frowned.
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60Good guess, Larry! Its the way I work it out, Dick added."That you take them to civilizationthe missus and the kid. It's the only salvation for all three of youfor you as well as them."