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Apparently the frogmen had followed and were still in the murk. Scotty shot downward, Rick at his side. The wreck was directly below them. Scotty didn't hesitate. He let his momentum carry him right through the grouper's front door into the cabin. Rick followed, half expecting to see Scotty and the grouper meet head on, but the fish hadn't returned.
Someone had deliberately put oil in the compressor. Someone just didn't want them around! The Fancy Frogmen "The question is," Rick stated, "when was the oil put in? While we were at Charlotte Amalie? Or while we were out hunting the wreck just now?" "In Charlotte Amalie, of course," Tony said. "Why do you think it might have been done just a little while ago?" Rick shrugged.
As Rick started up, four metallic clangs, irregularly spaced, rang faintly in his ears. Tony, banging his tank in the signal for trouble! Rick instantly changed course and followed the bottom, watching the water overhead for any sign of the frogmen.
Tony took his belt knife and scraped. Then he looked around at the watching group and nodded. He clasped his hands together and shook them like a fighter mitting the crowd. Rick and Scotty hooted their triumph. Jonesy had found the statue of St. Francis! The boys, the scientists, Steve, and Jimmy carried the treasure to the surface. The rest of the frogmen continued hunting for souvenirs.
We don't know what he's after, or what kind of gang he's fighting, but we know one of them is here." "Yes, and we also know that Steve's agency is primarily concerned with protecting military secrets," Zircon added. "I agree with Rick. We must get word of these mysterious frogmen to him." "We discussed that earlier," Tony recalled.
Then the glow faded for a moment as a figure crossed in front of it. Still Zircon moved ahead until Rick could see two additional, smaller glows that he identified as the belt lights the frogmen had been wearing. Zircon continued on, still hugging the bottom, and Rick divined his intention. The big scientist was going to take them directly under the frogmen!
They floated motionless, eyes on the boat, peering to penetrate the mist. The rain had let up somewhat, but the air was far from clear. Rick would have given the treasure they sought to be able to hear what was being said on the boat. The three frogmen were all facing Tony, and the conversation seemed to be pretty animated. Then, as he watched, the boat pulled up anchor. It moved north.
Rick and Scotty watched Jimmy Kelly check the diving equipment of the frogman teams lined up on the destroyer escort's deck. Beyond the teams they could see the three enemy frogmen, taking the air under the watchful eye of a shotgun-armed sailor. "I wonder if we'll ever get the full story," Rick mused. "We've got all we need," Scotty answered. "What pieces are missing?"
Now the frogmen would be hurrying back into the water, readjusting their face masks, ready to dive. The grouper shot out of the cabin with a flick of his powerful tail that raised the silt around them. Rick's heartbeat faltered. The grouper had been alarmed. They had mistimed! Right now, the frogmen were outside the Maiden Hand! The Fight on the "Maiden Hand"
It was almost impossible to strike a blow against the resistance of the water. Something scraped outside, and both boys froze. There was no doubt that the frogmen were at the wreck. Why didn't they go away? They couldn't know about the entrance to the cabin or could they? The moments dragged by. There couldn't be much air left in their tanks.
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