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The trio chorused, "Hi, Steve." Steve shook hands with Hartson Brant, then explained, "I'm not really setting a bad example. If you'll look closely, you'll see that the bolt of this chopper is open, the safety is on, and there isn't a round in the chamber." "But why carry it at all?" Barby demanded. Rick closed his mouth. He had been about to ask the same thing. He felt a tingle of excitement.
Go for broke, Robin Hood. What I can't understand is why you don't shoot for something edible." "Can't," Rick said cheerfully. "Edible-type fish don't hang around waiting for boats to bring bowmen close." He climbed the rear ladder to the upper deck and joined his family. Hartson Brant smiled at his son. "Next time we let you go off by yourself don't get involved in mysteries.
But in the rear seat, Hartson Brant and Julius Weiss talked a steady stream, as they had ever since taking off from Spindrift. Rick wished he were as oblivious to the traffic. Actually, he didn't know what they were talking about. Good as his scientific training was, they were in a realm where his young mind hadn't even probed. His earphones gave out: "Tower to Spindrift Flight.
A cutlass was Rick's share of the loot, while Tony took the bar shot they had found near the wreck and Zircon selected a cannon ball. It was understood that the knife Scotty had found was to be his, so that he could present it to Hartson Brant.
Yet, the most prominent pattern is the delta rhythm that is universally associated with sleep and some types of damage to the brain." "Are there any other signs of physical damage?" Hartson Brant asked. "No. All tests are negative. Spinal taps show no concussion, and there is no evidence of trauma of any kind other than psychic. Yet, the delta rhythms persist.
And that can mean only one thing: The damage was caused electronically, probably by transmission through the air." "Incredible," Weiss muttered, and the sentiment was reflected in the astonished gasps of the others. "Let's consider the implications of Parnell's statement," Hartson Brant said slowly.
The barber was there courtesy of Captain Douglas, who had picked him up and delivered him to Spindrift after a call from Joe Blake. Steve rapped for attention. "We're about to tie up some loose ends, everyone. Let's get seated, because the cutter will be here any moment." The room was sometimes used for lectures when Hartson Brant got his entire staff together, and there were plenty of chairs.
It was appropriate weather for the state of mind at Spindrift. With Marks a victim of the mysterious "dagger of the mind," only Dr. Morrison remained of the original team. The question, of course, was "Who next?" At Hartson Brant's urgent request, Steve Ames visited the island and a meeting of all staff was called in the big library.
Rick thought she made quite a picture with her white bathing suit and golden tan contrasting with her dark hair. His one regret was that he couldn't swim with Jan, Scotty, and the family. Both Jan and Barby were expert Scuba divers, and he had looked forward to spearfishing with them in the bay. The girls had brought their own Scuba equipment in the luggage compartment of Hartson Brant's car.
He couldn't do anything, and he knew it. But it helped, just being near the scientist. Apparently Scotty felt the same. He had joined Hartson Brant, too. But Barby, Jan, and Mrs. Brant had preceded him. The scientist smiled. "Never had so much help packing before." The smile was strained, and Rick thought he knew why.
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