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As midnight approached, the other men stopped pretending to fish and concentrated on the road. Joe Winder realized that he was stranded on the jetty with two goons who probably were waiting to ambush him. Worse, they stood squarely between Winder and the relative safety of the island. The most obvious means of escape would be jumping into Card Sound; while exceptionally dramatic, such a dive would prove both stupid and futile. The bay was shallow and provided no cover; if the goons had guns, they could simply shoot him like a turtle.

Oh, no, said Danny Pogue.

Not much was biting under the bridge. Effortlessly Winder cast the same pink wiggle-jig he'd been using on the bonefish flats. He let it sink into the fringe of the sea grass, then reeled in slowly, bouncing the lure with the tip of his rod. In this fashion he picked up a couple of blue runners and a large spiny pinfish, which he tossed back. The other fishermen were using dead shrimp with similar unexciting results. By eleven most of them had packed up their buckets and rods and gone home, leaving the jetty deserted except for Joe Winder and two other diehards.

Bud Schwartz stretched out on the sofa, closed his eyes and smiled in resignation.You're a piece a work, he said to Molly McNamara.I gotta admit.

Oh, you'll enjoy it, said Molly.I've got some pamphlets in my briefcase.

As midnight approached, the other men stopped pretending to fish and concentrated on the road. Joe Winder realized that he was stranded on the jetty with two goons who probably were waiting to ambush him. Worse, they stood squarely between Winder and the relative safety of the island. The most obvious means of escape would be jumping into Card Sound; while exceptionally dramatic, such a dive would prove both stupid and futile. The bay was shallow and provided no cover; if the goons had guns, they could simply shoot him like a turtle.

The other men stood side by side, conversing quietly in Spanish. As Joe Winder watched them more closely, it seemed that the men were doing more serious talking than fishing. They were using Cuban yo-yo rigs, twirling the lines overhead and launching the baits with a loud plop into the water. Once in a while they'd pull in the lines and cast out again, usually without even checking the hooks.

How nice, said Bud Schwartz, his voice cold.

Have you ever heard of the Mothers of Wilderness? asked Molly McNamara.

No matter, said Molly, brightening,because as of tonight, you're our newest members. Congratulations, gentlemen

No matter, said Molly, brightening,because as of tonight, you're our newest members. Congratulations, gentlemen

The other men stood side by side, conversing quietly in Spanish. As Joe Winder watched them more closely, it seemed that the men were doing more serious talking than fishing. They were using Cuban yo-yo rigs, twirling the lines overhead and launching the baits with a loud plop into the water. Once in a while they'd pull in the lines and cast out again, usually without even checking the hooks.

No matter, said Molly, brightening,because as of tonight, you're our newest members. Congratulations, gentlemen

Oh, you'll enjoy it, said Molly.I've got some pamphlets in my briefcase.

Oh, you'll enjoy it, said Molly.I've got some pamphlets in my briefcase.

The other men stood side by side, conversing quietly in Spanish. As Joe Winder watched them more closely, it seemed that the men were doing more serious talking than fishing. They were using Cuban yo-yo rigs, twirling the lines overhead and launching the baits with a loud plop into the water. Once in a while they'd pull in the lines and cast out again, usually without even checking the hooks.

No, said Bud Schwartz,can't say that I have. Danny Pogue said he'd never heard of them, either.

Not much was biting under the bridge. Effortlessly Winder cast the same pink wiggle-jig he'd been using on the bonefish flats. He let it sink into the fringe of the sea grass, then reeled in slowly, bouncing the lure with the tip of his rod. In this fashion he picked up a couple of blue runners and a large spiny pinfish, which he tossed back. The other fishermen were using dead shrimp with similar unexciting results. By eleven most of them had packed up their buckets and rods and gone home, leaving the jetty deserted except for Joe Winder and two other diehards.

Danny Pogue angrily pounded the floor with one of his crutches.For someone who don't like to lie, you sure do make a sport of it.

Restlessly Danny Pogue squeezed a pimple on his neck.Is it like a nature club? he said.Do we get T-shirts and stuff?

Bud Schwartz clutched at the damp towel. This time he pressed it against his face.Cut to the chase, he muttered irritably.What the hell is it you want us to do?

Oh, don't worry, Molly said.I wouldn't dream of saying anything to the authorities.

Have you ever heard of the Mothers of Wilderness? asked Molly McNamara.

How nice, said Bud Schwartz, his voice cold.

How could you? Danny Pogue exclaimed.You're the one asked us to rob the place

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