“I don’t see how anything can slip up,” Larry gave his opinion.
“I don’t know,” Jeff spoke dubiously, uncertainly. “We’ve gone over all the things we can think of that might go wrong—but——”
“But—what?” demanded Dick.
“I had a fortune teller read the cards for me,” Jeff told him. “The nine o’ spades—the worst card of warning in the pack—was right over me and that means trouble—and the ace of spades, a bad card——”
“Crickety-Christmas!” Larry was amazed. “Are you really telling us you believe in all that?”
“I’ve seen that-there card fortune work out before.”
“You’ve twisted things that happened to fit what you wanted to believe,” argued Larry.
“Oh, well,” Jeff did not want to discuss his superstitions, “maybe it won’t come out so bad. I met a pair of colored twins yesterday. That’s a good-luck sign——”
“Look here!” Dick began to chuckle. “We’ve got a queer combination to work with—our Sky Patrol has! Suspicious Sandy—and—Superstitious 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.
“How will you know when the yacht is due?” Larry asked.