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“Holy Clover, that fellow would makehis fortune in a dairy, all right,” exclaimedBob Caldwell glancing over the side of theplane the Flying Buddies had borrowedwhile the “Lark,” their own splendid machinewas undergoing much needed repairsat the shop of the British hangar inBelize.
“His fortune, how do you make thatout?” Jim Austin demanded. “I’ll bite,let’s have the answer.”
“He’d do the biting—that one toothought to be great to make holes in Swisscheese!”
“If I didn’t need both hands you wouldget a wallop that would leave you onlyone tooth, then you could start competition,”Austin answered. “Well,” he added as theplane came to a stop, “this sure looks asif you will find enough differ