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"Why don't you call him from Santa Marta and ask him to meet us in
Panama? You know what a great crew he is."

"I don't think Dell is interested in sailing these days.

Besides, he'd probably get arrested going through customs." "Cat, you
need to patch it up with him," she said, gravely.

"Wrong, Jinx," Cat replied, quickly, "Dell needs to patch it up with the
world. How can I possibly patch it up with him while he's doing what
he's doing? Are we going to have big, family Sunday dinners and worry
about the cops busting in on us? Am I going to take him sailing through
a dozen foreign ports and have to sweat getting busted in customs every
time?"

"He needs your help."

"I'll give him my help when he's ready to ask me for it.

It's been rejected too many times." God knew that was true; he had given
up thinking about the number of scrapes he'd gotten the boy out of, the
number of new schools and fresh starts he'd financed. In marked contrast
to Jinx, Dell had always been rebellious, lazy, and surly.

Katie appeared in the companionway with two plates of pancakes and they
both shut up.

Cat grinned at her.

"Now I remember why I married you."

"You want these in your lap, buster?" Katie grinned back.

Jinx patted his belly.

"Yeah, you might just as well apply them directly to the paunch. Why go
to the trouble of eating them?"

Three hours later, the entrance to the harbor at Santa Marta loomed
ahead. The three of them stood in the cockpit and gazed at the land. To
their right, a group of high 7 rise buildings stood behind a fringe of
palms.

"That's the beach area," Cat said.

"The port is over there to the left, behind that little island. The main
town is at the port." An older, more Spanish group of buildings could be
seen beyond the beach.