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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 89 at the end of a drear day. When he encountered what appeared to him to be small embodiments of the word instinct: The overcast had lifted and the numberless stars above the Florida Keys were again out. There was a rustling and a scraping in the sawgrass back off to the edge of the road, and he looked down to see a little squad of scorpions, hard bright eyes on their celestial crest, scrabbling south. "Now fellows I've been waiting; I haven't been hasty about making up my--" Captain Hanaman was tying the Island Home II in at Whale Harbor. "Captain," an arab began excitedly, "we've taken our seasick pills and we're going to go out there like you promised." "Why you're like children. Boys let me explain about these here storm flags--" "Captain, don't you like the color of our money. What I'm saying, now-we're all good businessmen, right-is normal rates are out the window, you name your price, you're one fishing trip from retiring to, what, blue Capri, or the Inland Sea of Japan." "Like in the movies. Just one last caper. Now if I got it right, this here Pooh-bah, a world figure, I just want him to know it can get a little rough." |