that the villain might be meditating some devilment in that direction.
"Cape Peril! If he's hooked something," declared the operator, "he's going to get to some big city and try to lose himself. No Cape Peril for him."
"Anyhow, I'd like to get over and interview that deputy."
"Well, you won't get that interview for some time yet, I'm thinking, from the sound of that wind and the look of that aggravated ocean. You're not fool enough to try to fly back, I hope."
"Not quite," conceded the pilot.
"Didn't think you were," granted the operator. "Reckon you want to solve this mystery before you pass in your checks."
"That would be some satisfaction," laughed the other.
"Glad you are gradually getting a little sense. Though I'm powerful glad you got here, believe me, if I'd been in your place, I'd stuck to where I was and let lighthouse keepers be hanged. But you airmen get to thinking you are windproof and thunderproof and every other sort of
