“Coast seems to be clear, eh, Jack?”
Perk asked this question as they reentered their room, after having come back from supper.
“Looks that way, as far as I can see,” replied his shipmate, throwing himself down in an easy-chair, that seemed to invite attention.
“No signs o’ aour bein’ spied on so far,” asserted Perk, boldly.
“I saw nothing that looked suspicious, partner,” continued the other.
“Kinder had an idee that lanky goof at the table ’gainst the wall kept lookin’ aour way, like he had a suspicion we’d bear watchin’—did yeou happen to notice him, buddy—queer squint to one o’ his lamps, an’ a turrible long nose that made me think it jest longed to stick itself in other folks’ business.”
Jack laughed as if highly amused.
“So you reckoned he was some interested in us, did you, Perk? Well, he had a right to be, I’d say, if you asked me.”
“What’s that, partner?” asked the stouter member of the crew of the flying ship that was working for Uncle Sam’s law and order department.
“Why, he knew just who we were, and why we chanced to be in old San Diego right now—get that straight, Perk.”