HARRY MORGAN-WINTER Bee-lips hire. There's two more, he remembered now. One the State Road Department has up along the keys. The other's laid up in the Garrison Bight, How far are we now? He looked back to where the fort was well -astern, the red-brick building of the old post office starting to show up above the navy yard buildings and the yellow hotel building now dominating the short skyline of the town. There was the cove at the fort, and the lighthouse showed above the houses that strung out toward the big winter hotel. Four miles anyway, he thought. There they come, he thought. Two white fishing boats were rounding the breakwater and heading out toward him. They can't do ten, he thought. It's pitiful. The Cubans were chattering in Spanish. 'How fast you going, Cappie?' the big one said, looking back from the stern. 'About twelve,5 Harry said, 'What can those boats do?' 'Maybe ten/ They were all watching them now, even the one who was supposed to keep him, Harry, covered. But what can I do? He thought. Nothing to do yet. The two white boats got no larger. 'Look at that, Roberto,' -said the nice-speaking one. 'Where?' 'Look!'