| OCR Text |
Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 90 "The man knows no fear. Marabout, you will affirm. "The shifting dunes loom high and unfamiliar, yet the caravan turns not back. . ." "Dunes, you say? Well if we're talkin' them five figures, I'll take you for the hump of Islamorada, or gulfside into the teeth of this storm, and bring along caterers to feed your little ladies." "Considering your manifest fears, our sum doubles if we make contact with the great--" And here he was spreadeagling, long dark hands tapering outside the cloak, imploring, measuring a fish story in the future perfect tense. Burning two engines. They ran hard out Whale Harbor and down toward the shelf. "The Florida Keys," the Grand-Pooh read to his ladies, rocking in the cabin below, "while most of America is getting its sporting life via ABC's Wide World of Sports. . .we're out diving on the reef, or reeling in a big sailfish out in the Gulf Stream." The attractive saddle-color was draining from Serafina. Skipping like a rock out into Florida Bay. "I had the open date," Captain Hanaman complained, "but no you're running across people's lawns chasin' that |
