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"Most of the sightings are in the late morning or late afternoon. Only a couple were around dawn." While the houseboat moved across the Little Choptank, Scotty checked the tide tables. He reported that the tide was coming in. It was about one hour from high tide. Rick had been studying the chart. "No problem," he said. "Mean low water averages four feet in the cove, with seven feet in the middle.
All details of the sightings had been noted in Scotty's book. During lunch, at a small restaurant in the old town of Oxford, they scored three more times after interviews with fishermen. After lunch, they crossed the Choptank and headed south to the little town of Vienna.
Rick asked. "Two, three weeks. Not long." "Where?" Scotty queried. "Few miles south. In a creek off the Little Choptank." "That's where we're going!" Rick exclaimed. "So? Well, watch for Swamp Creek. It's on the chart. That's where they got Link. Where you headed?" "A place called Martins Creek," Rick replied. "Uh-huh.
Scotty held the runabout wide open, at its top speed of nearly twenty miles an hour. They sped across the Little Choptank River straight for Swamp Creek, with no effort at concealment. Rick saw a low, white boat some distance down the river and grabbed Scotty's arm. "Isn't that Orvil's boat?" Scotty looked for a long moment. "It looks like it. Let's go see."
It was a good three miles across the river's mouth, and Rick occupied the time by reading aloud to Scotty, who was piloting. "'The Choptank River is navigable for large ships to the city of Cambridge, a principal Eastern Shore port.
If we cross that safely, we'll get wet in the main Choptank." Rick sighed. "If there is anything I detest, loathe, and despise, it is people who get up in the morning feeling full of humor. We will go to Cambridge, missing the Little Choptank, and cross the Choptank on the bridge. Route 50 goes almost straight north. Is that more precise and acceptable, Donald?" "It is indeed, Richard.
As Van Dorn urged his way to the head of the line, Levin looked out silently upon the flat country of forest and a few poor farms, drained imperfectly by some ditches of the Choptank.
They were close to the south shore of the Choptank River now, and the chart showed no easily accessible place of shelter in the vicinity. They would have to run for the Little Choptank, the next river to the south. The chart showed several creeks off the Little Choptank. They could duck into the one nearest the river mouth. "Can we ride it out if we have to?" Rick asked. Scotty grinned.
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