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As Rick watched, Scotty swung the plane on a line with the houseboat and opened the throttle wide. Rick stared. Was his pal out of his mind? If he crashed the houseboat, the girls would be hurt, too! Then he realized Scotty would never pull such a stunt, no matter how desperate he became. The men on the houseboat were at the rail now, eyes on the racing plane.
Scotty said, "I'm sure you have lots of theories, but honestly what do you really think?" The scientist glanced at his Egyptian colleagues. Farid urged, "Tell him what we talked about last night. It may not be subject to any real proof, but I think the boys have a right to know what we've concluded." "All right," Winston nodded.
The big man toppled over backward, his blazing Sten gun chipping plaster from the ceiling. Rick let go of his grip on the knees and clawed for the man's throat. Scotty concentrated on the Sten gun, grabbing the hot barrel and bending backward. The big Sudanese heaved, and Rick felt as though he was a terrier hanging to a wild bull. The man was incredibly strong.
Scotty was with Hassan in the doorway, discussing some object in the display window. A voice spoke from behind him. "You wish to see me?" Rick turned. The newcomer was a tall, well-built Egyptian with glossy black hair and a military mustache. Unblinking black eyes met his gaze, and there was no hint of welcome in them. "Are you Ali Moustafa?" Rick asked. The man bowed a quarter of an inch.
There's about enough room in the luggage compartment for a spare handkerchief." "I'll buy it." Another idea hit him. "But he has some other transportation, hasn't he? How about the radar unit he and Pancho run?" Scotty snapped his fingers. "Now you're cooking! It's a panel truck, loaded with equipment, and they pull the radar antenna behind it on a trailer.
And "Scotty" had to firmly repress her desire to thrust the greatness of a Trail Career upon some of those for whom he had other achievements in mind. "I do wish you would take Mego," she urged. "The dear old thing simply loves sled work, and you never give her anything to do nowadays but bring up families." "And why not?" demanded "Scotty."
The eight-millimeter frames were pretty small, but not so small that he and Scotty couldn't make out the image. The scene had been shot against a black background, that was clear. Only the central figure was illuminated, the figure of a Union cavalry officer. "Meet the Blue Ghost," Rick said happily. "Delighted," Scotty said emphatically.
It was chilly, he admitted reluctantly. Very unusual for Egypt. Hadn't happened since 1898. Most regrettable. And so on. "He sounded like a Sunshine Tourist Service trouble shooter explaining that the downpour was only a heavy mist," Rick said as he hung up. "The weather is unusual, remarkable, etc. It's chilly." Scotty finished his coffee. "Okay. Let's go. Got the kitty?"
Then he performed the same service for Scotty. The tanks were heavy. Tony and Zircon, similarly equipped, came out of the amidships cabin with Steve Ames. Jimmy had loaned equipment from the frogmen's supplies, to enable the group to work around the wreck longer. The search party assembled on the landing stage. Jimmy had split his teams into two groups. They would dive in relays.
"As to who shall be my associates, and where I shall go, however, I am of age " and she started to leave the room. But preventing, Scotty was between her and the door. "Florence," his face was very white and his voice trembled, "we may as well have an understanding now as to defer it. Maybe, as you say, I have no authority over you longer; but at least I can make a request.
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