Past the furrowed water of the Potato Patch, where the Atlantic currents sweep around Coney Island into Gravesend Bay in New York Harbor, seagoing, 23-year-old Cowboy William J. ("Tex") Langford poked the nose of a $100 put-put in which he had sputtered down from Boston. Moored just off the pier he tied up to was a slim, long yacht hull. The masts were off her, she could have done with some swabbing, but to Tex's longing eyes she was a jimdandy. To a benign-looking stranger gazing off to sea he said so....
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