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got cojones. He must have got that whole blow.
She's a sea boat all right. How you suppose he
smashed his windshield? Damned if I'd cross a night
like last night. Damned if Fd ever run liquor from
Cuba. They bring it all from Mariel now. It's sup-
posed to be wide open. 'What's that you say, Cap?'
'What boat is that?' asked one of the men in the
'Yes, that boat/
'Oh, that's a Key West boat/
'What I said was, whose boat is it?'
'I wouldn't know that, Cap.'
cls the owner a fisherman?'
'Well, some say he is.'
'What do you mean?'
'He does a little of everything.'
'You don't know his name?'
'You called him Harry.'
*I heard you call him Harry.'
Captain Willie Adams took a good look at the
man who was speaking 'to him. He saw a high-
cheekboned, thin-lipped, very ruddy face with deep
set grey eyes and a contemptuous mouth looking at
him from under a white canvas hat.
*I must have called him that by mistake/ Captain
'You can see that the man is wounded, Doctor/