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Updated: June 13, 2025
He hurried to the catwalk and swung down it, meanwhile estimating his distances. He could let out another fifty feet of anchor line without getting the boat too near shore. The more anchor line out, the better the anchor could hold.
Joe was still letting himself be argued into thinking he had done the right thing when we saw the lights of a lorry coming from uptown at ceiling level. A moment later, it backed to the catwalk, and Bish Ware stuck his head out from the pilot's seat. "Where do you gentlemen wish to go?" he asked. "To the Javelin," Joe said instantly. "Huh-uh," Oscar disagreed. "That's the first place they'll look.
"If you heard something bounce off the rail, then a splash, I'd say there might be a pretty good chance that's what happened. I couldn't see any marks on the rail when we looked." They had checked the rail during the first day at Steve's. Rick closed his eyes and made himself remember what it had been like when he went down the catwalk to the bow.
Glancing around he carefully scanned over the entire inner rim before stepping out into the sunlight of the catwalk itself. Nothing. Then a blink caught his eye, and he glanced up toward the observatory. There. In the observatory.
When he had enough line out for safety, Rick snubbed it tight around a cleat, held the taut line between thumb and forefinger until he was sure it had none of the vibrations caused by a dragging anchor, and then hurried back along the catwalk to the cockpit. He and Scotty ran from the rainswept deck down the two steps into the cabin.
They went, in fact, completely under that colossal incomplete object. Sally indicated the sidewall. "Let's go look at the pushpots. They're fascinating!" She led the way. The enormous spaciousness of the Shed again became evident. There was a catwalk part way up the inward curving wall. Someone leaned on its railing and surveyed the interior of the Shed. He would probably be a security man.
The wheel came around. Mike replied: "One minute." The lock on the Hot Rod control room opened. Frantic tiny figures burst forth, activated scuttlebugs, and started on the five-mile trek back towards the big wheel. Mike worked his way back through the clinging net to the catwalk, failing completely to see the tiny figure that dodged beneath the rim as he approached.
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