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Rick and Scotty helped the frogmen poke into every possible place without finding more than a pair of rusted cutlasses. Rick surveyed the scene with discouragement. The statue was somewhere under the sand, which probably meant they would never find it. He had another sudden realization, too.
We're going to get that treasure if it's there, whether the fancy frogmen like it or not!" The Wailing Octopus As Rick steered the Water Witch to its anchorage above the reef, he told Scotty about the theory he had developed that morning. He concluded, "Their going out to take a look where we were diving is another piece of evidence.
"Got anything to say for yourselves?" When neither answered, he unholstered his revolver and covered them. "Better take off those wires and put bracelets on them, Mike," he told his fellow officer. The frogmen were handcuffed with cool efficiency and bundled into the jeep. Meanwhile, the sergeant turned back to Bud and Mel. "You fellows come along too," he ordered.
Right here, in this particular area, another mysterious something was hidden! Something that the fancy frogmen dived often to see, use, collect, or whatever they did with it. That would account for their familiarity with the currents! He started to tell Tony, then reconsidered. It was a pretty good hypothesis, he thought, but not supported by ironclad evidence.
"We've found some real fancy frogmen," Scotty observed. "This place looks like a high-priced show-room for diving gear." "Pretty plush," Rick agreed. They wandered back down to the beach and found that this area of the island was apparently more open to the sea. There were bits of flotsam, including coconuts that had washed in. The sea shells were larger, and they found a few worth picking up.
He was in time to see two frogmen climb down the boat's ladder. They got into the water and the third man, on deck, lowered the brass object to them. Rick had no fear that they would be seen from the boat. Their heads would be hidden by the breaking waves, and their bubbles would merge with the natural foam. He saw at once what their tactics should be.
I could find my way around here in the dark." He grinned. "I have!" "Shall we take a look in the octopus cave too?" "A quick one. I doubt that we'd see more than we saw last night. Our job now is finding out what kind of information the frogmen get. And I don't know how we'll do that." "Wait for a break," Scotty replied. "Come on. Let's get into the water." It was cold.
And with the thought, Rick almost lost his mouthpiece. Their bubbles! Their bubbles would rise right past the frogmen, a dead giveaway! It might already be too late, because Zircon was almost directly under the cave! Clouds Over Clipper Cay Rick jerked frantically on the tie rope, four times for danger, then he turned and swam rapidly back the way they had come.
Then he saw what Zircon had seen, a glow in the water ahead and above them. Rick estimated quickly the distance they had traveled. There was no doubt of it. The frogmen were at the octopus cave! He followed Zircon's lead, cutting the light off and on as necessary, as the big scientist moved ahead.
Master of his materials, master of himself, a cultured man of the world and a sincere artist, the French group showed him the way to liberty, to a deliverance from the ruddy tones of Munich, from the dulness of Düsseldorf, from the bitter angularities of German draughtsmanship and its naïveté which is supposed to stand for innocence of spirit really the reverse, a complete poverty of spirit and with it all the romantic mythology of German art, the bloated fighting fauns, leering satyrs, frogmen, fishwomen, monkeys, and fairies, imps, dryads, and nymphs.
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