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The bubbles had alarmed him in another way, too. It was possible that the man on the boat could see four sets of bubbles rising where only two were supposed to be. Yet, he couldn't escape the feeling that it was important to get a look at what the frogmen were doing. There was no way out of it. He just had to take a chance. He wrote, "I mak pass hldng brth so no bbls, tak pix.
First premise: The frogmen knew of their connection with Steve. Second premise: The frogmen weren't worried about people with JANIG connections. This might be explained by superior weapons in the hands of the frogmen, coupled with the assumption that the Spindrifters had no communication with Steve. It might also be explained by knowledge of their real reason for being on Clipper Cay.
Water forced at high pressure through the hose that ran down from the ship sent the stuff swirling in great clouds. The boys watched. They couldn't do much looking around until the water settled. Then they saw that the frogmen weren't waiting. They swam into the murk, feeling around with their hands. Rick saw one emerge triumphantly holding a round object that could only have been a cannon ball.
Steve had said at the UDT base. That meant simply at the home of the Navy frogmen the Underwater Demolition Teams. No wonder Steve had said he would be an expert on skin diving by nightfall. He was going to be with the most expert experts of all. Rick sighed. "Just our luck he doesn't want us in the case. Wouldn't it be great to work with the Navy frogmen? We could learn plenty." "Forgetting St.
On the surface, with the rain beating at him, he had felt like a drowned kitten. Moving with the confidence gained in his first experience, he led the way seaward, then went to the level of the light. Soon they were close enough to see the frogmen working over something on a coral ledge on the reef face.
Ahead lay a barren stretch of beach, humped with sand dunes. It was skirted beyond by a thick fringe of trees. "They certainly picked a perfect spot for a sneak landing!" Bud thought. The beach seemed totally deserted, with no sign of human habitation. By this time, the frogmen were scrambling ashore. Within moments, Bud and Mel were on their heels.
Straining, he swam for it, letting out his breath as the pressure on his lungs demanded. There was another boat hull in the water, almost over him! He angled away, to avoid coming up under it. And suddenly there were forms around the boat. A cry tore from his lips and was swallowed in the water. More frogmen! More enemies, when they were already defeated! JANIG Takes to the Water
Willing hands lifted him from the water. He slumped down on the edge of the stage, shaking his head to clear it while Navy frogmen stripped his aqualung harness from him and pulled the mask from his face. A voice said, "Drink this." A mug of steaming black coffee was thrust into his hand and he sipped, grateful for the spreading warmth it brought. Suddenly he started again. "Scotty! Where is he?"
The four marched up to the front door of the frogmen's house and stopped. The boys were prone under a palm less than twenty feet away. One of the frogmen said, "Let me get a jacket. I'm getting chilled. Then we'll walk you home." There was something very odd here! Rick nudged Scotty and they backed slowly away.
"Suppose we cross to the eastern shore, then walk up until we're in sight of the house. It's close to the northern tip, anyway." It was almost fully dark now, and no lights appeared in the houses south of them. As they watched, lights showed far up the beach where the fancy frogmen lived. But there were no other lights anywhere on the island. "Just two houses occupied," Rick said.
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