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One of the women was weeping loudly as she ran. At the first cross-road we saw Arv Law and his family coming, in as great a hurry as we, Arv had a great pike-pole in his hand. Its upper end rose twenty feet above his head. "What ye goin' t' dew with thet?" my father asked him. "Goin' t' run it through the fust Injun I see," said he. "I 've broke the lock o' my gun."
At lunchtime, over a bowl of chili and crackers, Tom recalled another problem. "We'll need an undetectable sub to test my analyzer," he mused. "That means a repeat job of rigging all those transducers. Whew! I'd better get busy on that plastic sheathing." As soon as he had eaten, Tom phoned Arv Hanson, who arrived at the lab in a few moments.
"How soon can we try it?" "Depends on Arv," Tom replied. He picked up the phone and called the plastics department. To his delight, the sheathing was already being rolled out in quantity. Arv promised that by noon he would have enough of it available to coat a jetmarine. "Nice going!" Tom said. "Shoot it out to the cargo-jet hangar as soon as it's ready!"
"Boy, we can really explore now!" After the boys had returned to Enterprises, Tom phoned Arv Hanson and asked that a duplicate of the hydrolung be turned out in the shop as soon as possible. It was ready the following Monday morning, so Tom suggested to his father that the two visit the proposed underwater site and make some sample plantings. "Great idea, son," Mr. Swift agreed.
"Are the interrogations still going on? Then let's have a look-in at them." The big double doors at the end of the shed were barred on the inside. Krador Arv unlocked a small side door, letting Vall, Dalla and Gathon Dard out.
Tom, now seriously worried, took the seacopter down again for another search, hoping that Bud would have switched off the antidetection gear by this time. But neither sonarscope nor listening devices revealed the slightest clue. Tom, Hank, and Arv exchanged fearful glances. Had the jetmarine foundered on the ocean bottom perhaps fouled somehow by Tom's new invention?
Krador Arv shook his head. "We still have about forty to go," he said. "Nothing new in their stories; still the same two time lines." "These people," Skordran Kirv explained, "were all peons on the estate of a Kharanda noble just above the big bend of the Ganges. The Croutha hit their master's estate about a ten-days ago, elapsed time.
"You remember that idea I mentioned to Danny about molding all the transducers into a single continuous plastic sheet?" As Arv nodded, Tom went on, "Let's try it, using Tomasite as the plastic." Tom picked up a pencil and quickly sketched out the production steps.
"Soldiers!" said Arv, as he raised his pike. "The British?" somebody asked. "Dunno," said he. "Ain' no Injuns, I don't b'lieve." A troop of cavalry was approaching at a gallop. They pulled up a few rods away and jammed into a big crescent of rearing, trampling horses. We could see they were American soldiers. We all lowered our guns. "Who are you?" one of them shouted.
On a chance that it might become necessary to operate at greater depths either in searching for the lost missile or in shadowing the enemy Tom also assigned Arv Hanson the job of rigging the Sea Hound and another seacopter with his new inventions. Four crewmen volunteered for the cruise. When the jetmarine was ready, Tom and Bud exchanged tight handshakes. "Good luck!" "Thanks, Tom."
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