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"H-h-help!" Tom gasped. There was no need for the cry. Hank and his crew, on the seacopter's forward deck, had already grasped the situation. Strong arms reached out and hauled the two boys aboard. Both of them were shivering and writhing in pain, only half conscious. "They have the bends!" Arv Hanson cried in alarm. "Signal the Sky Queen to drop a sling!" The boys' masks were ripped off.
As the Sea Hound streaked alongside the Flying Lab, two figures in the seacopter's flight compartment waved to Tom and Bud. One was Hank Sterling, the blond, square-jawed chief pattern-making engineer of Enterprises. The other was husky Arv Hanson, a talented craftsman who transformed the blueprints of Tom's inventions into working models. "All set," Hank radioed. "Lead the way." "Roger!"
Bud, a skilled wrestler from high-school days, managed to twist his foe's knife arm behind his back then applied a punishing judo hold! The Brungarian gave an audible screech of pain and dropped the knife. "Now you're coming along with me!" Bud muttered. He gunned his jet, forcing himself and his adversary toward the Sea Hound. Moments later, they passed the seacopter's cabin window.
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