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"He told you," Scotty answered. "She's his sister." The stranger tried a different tack. "How did you know where to swim today? Did Ames tell you?" "No," Rick replied. "We just swam straight out from the pier looking for coral heads." "Come on! You must have had some source of information. Who gave it to you?" "We didn't have any source of information," Scotty protested. "We just went for a swim!"
At the last moment, she filled her lungs with air, let the mouthpiece drop to the sand, and swam away. Rick followed as she went about twenty feet into the rocks, and returned. Jan had planned well. She picked up the mouthpiece and held it high so the air rushed out, then she popped it into her mouth and began breathing. She didn't bother with the tank harness yet.
The boards had been left off the entrance during their earlier inspection, and apparently no one had been there since. Then, at Scotty's suggestion, they looked for a place of concealment from which to hold vigil. Rick found it, high in an oak. It was an easy climb, and from the huge limb they could look through a screen of foliage and see without being seen.
As the days of waiting to hear from Lomac passed by, the boys made the Spaceman Casino their headquarters, hoping to pick up information from the Scarlet Lake people who hung out there. Men came and went, but Mac and Pancho were there every night. Once, Rick commented on their nightly presence at the casino and said jokingly that work on the base seemed to allow plenty of free time.
But Tess still kept going: if she could not fill her part she would have to leave; and this contingency, which she would have regarded with equanimity and even with relief a month or two earlier, had become a terror since d'Urberville had begun to hover round her. The sheaf-pitchers and feeders had now worked the rick so low that people on the ground could talk to them.
Vholes remained immovable, except that he secretly picked at one of the red pimples on his yellow face with his black glove. "And as Rick and you are happily good friends, I should like to know," said my guardian, "what you think, my dear. Would you be so good as to as to speak up, Mr. Vholes?" Doing anything but that, Mr.
Gee-Gee looked at him in astonishment, then slowly grinned. He thrust out a grimy hand. "You're my boy, young Brant. Who taught you about polarization?" Rick was about to say, truthfully, "My father." But he caught himself in time. "A boss I had at Spindrift." "He taught you well, and you're right. I did goof on that one. I'll check, and you recheck."
Gordon, who had been at work on a secret rocket project in the far west, had wired: ARRIVING TOMORROW. NEED RICK AND SCOTTY FOR SPECIAL WORK. URGE THEY BE READY TO DEPART IN THREE DAYS EQUIPPED FOR EXTENDED STAY AT DESERT BASE. Rick's eyes met Scotty's as he finished reading. "Desert base," he repeated. Scotty grinned his delight. "John Gordon's rocket base is in the desert.
He switched on his radio and asked for seaplane landing instructions. The airfield directed him to the proper landing place, a beach and pier at the edge of the city. Then Scotty took over the mike and, while Rick started in for a landing, asked the airfield tower to phone Dr. Paul Ernst, Zircon's friend, and notify him of their arrival.
Rick could appreciate how worried his friends must have been in spite of their half-humorous report. "Lefty spoke up," Steve continued. "It was the only time he spoke. He's said nothing since. He said, 'There's a first-aid kit in the kitchen. We got it, and went to work on you. Of course we put in a call to the police, and asked for an ambulance.
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