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Denny grinned, exposing a set of good teeth.

"Nobody works much around here," he replied.

"I work the sport boats, hire out when somebody hauls a boat, clean a
bottom now and then." They were walking toward the boat, Jinx ahead of
them. Denny couldn't take his eyes off her.

Cat felt almost sorry for him.

They reached the boat, and Katie stuck her head through the hatch.

"Katie, this is Denny; he's going to give us a hand with the alternator.

Denny, this is my wife, Katie."

"Hello, Denny," Katie said.

"Hi, Mrs. Catledge," Denny said, shooting her an infectious grin. Katie
waved and went back below.

They climbed aboard, and Cat led the way down the companionway. He
lifted the ladder and unlatched the engine cover.

"Beautiful boat," Denny said, admiringly, looking around the saloon.

"I haven't seen a Swan around here for a long time. She looks new."

"Brand-new, nearly," Cat replied.

"We shook her down from Lauderdale to Antigua, now we're headed for the
Canal and the South Pacific. Gonna take a couple of years.

Right after we get this alternator up and running." "Bet it's the
diode," Denny said, kneeling to the engine.

"Got a wrench?"

Cat handed him a wrench set rolled in canvas and watched as Denny
quickly unbolted the alternator. He seemed to know his way around
engines, something Cat admired. He, himself, was something of a genius
in electronics, but unlike most other technical types, he didn't much
like mechanical things.

Denny stood up.

"Give me an hour or so," he said, "if it's the diode and my guy has the
part. If he doesn't, I'll have to scrounge around some. Suppose he has
to order it from Bogota? That would take a couple of days, even it it's
air freighted