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Each seemed to have a wholesome appreciation of the other's combative qualities, and to shun them. With Mrs. Rossitur, Barby was soon all-powerful. It was enough that she wanted a thing, if Mrs. Rossitur's own resources could compass it.
"It's still early. Why can't we give Jan another swimming lesson?" They had started the day before teaching Jan how to use underwater breathing apparatus. She was an excellent swimmer, almost as good as Barby. But she had never had experience with mask, fins, and snorkel, so lessons in the use of those were required before she could graduate to the aqualungs. "Let's go," Rick said.
"I should say so," Barby commented. She eyed the cement bag a little apprehensively. "After all, radioactivity is dangerous!" Dr. Miller smiled. "It is, in sufficient quantity. But the sample we have here is scarcely above normal background, so I don't think we need be concerned." The scientist turned to Rick.
The men loaf while the women work. I'm in favor of it." "I'm sure you are," Barby said acidly. Jan said nothing, but continued to work with meticulous care. Rick watched closely, and was satisfied. There was ample equipment for all. Scotty helped Barby into her gear while Rick instructed Jan. "This is the tough part. If you make it, that's the end. From then on all you'll need is practice.
"Pretty neat if we do say so," Scotty admitted modestly. "For once I agree with you," Barby said generously. "Now what, Rick? There isn't anything more to do, is there?" "Not on these." But there was more to do along other lines. He was waiting for word from JANIG. Barby and Jan disappeared and returned in a few moments with iced drinks. The boys accepted them gratefully. It was a warm day.
He looked to where Barby was pointing and saw a good-sized sand bar extending out under the water. "I see it, Sis. Thanks. It will be a while before we get there." Jan smiled at him. "Going to try again?" "You bet I am. Got to catch up with you somehow." Jan had bagged a ten-pound rockfish underwater on the day before, and they had baked it in a driftwood fire on a beach at Poplar Island.
But I told Barby to put on the tea-kettle and I will administer a composing draught as soon as it can be got ready; we don't indulge in dinners here in the wilderness. Meanwhile suppose that exhausted nature try the support of this easy-chair?"
"You han't lost no flesh," said Barby, shaking hands with her anew. "What did they think of Queechy keep, down in York?" "I don't know I didn't ask them," said Fleda. "How goes the world with you, Barby?" "I'm mighty glad you are come home, Fleda," said Barby, lowering her voice. "Why?" said Fleda, in a like tone.
That was what Barby had meant, Rick thought. He asked, "Is this a public park of some kind?" "No indeed," Dr. Miller answered. "We own part of it, and a family named Hilleboe owns part. But it's not used for anything and we've never objected to the public using it. The local Boy Scout troops have taken on the job of keeping it clean as a regular project, and most people are careful.
"Most people would be happy to have just his autograph." She bent nearer to examine the name in the corner of the picture. "What's this underneath? Looks like number IV." "Oh, that means he's number four in our Rainbow Club. Peggy Burrell is number five and the Captain is number six. That's all the members we have so far." "Aren't you going to count me in?" asked Barby. "Oh, you are counted in.
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