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Scotty said, "I thought you were going to sleep all day." Barby came to Rick's defense. "He was tired. After all, it's hard work to get wonderful ideas like the one he had last night." Apparently Barby had told Jan all about it, because the girl asked, "Can I be a member of the Megabuck Mob?"
Scotty probably was right, Rick thought. Still, it wasn't at all what he expected. In a few moments the guard was back. He handed them laminated plastic badges with their names and pictures. At the bottom of Rick's were the numbers one, two, and three. Scotty's badge had only the numbers two and three. "What do these mean?" Rick asked. "Those are the areas where you're allowed to go.
Rick reached with infinite caution and tugged at his pal's sleeve. Scotty would have to move first. Then Rick could move slowly to a position tight against the wall, where Scotty was now. Only by moving into the wall could he get away from the snake. But in that moment the rattler apparently decided it had waited long enough. The evil head moved slowly toward Rick's foot. Rick couldn't help it.
"It's Rick's saddle," said Bud in an agitated tone, after he had made a hasty examination. "I'd know it anywhere from that cut in " His voice trailed off into silence and he gazed with wide-eyed, growing horror at the hand that had rested on the saddle-skirt.
Thrust built up, and up, and up, and the exhaust light grew until it was like staring into the heart of a green sun. Then the great voice faltered, the shuddering increased. A yell of pure horror burst from Rick's throat. High on the rocket's side, metal slowly peeled back like obscene steel lips opening, and green fire gushed forth. The shuddering ceased, and he knew the rocket was dead.
The four-seater plane was actually Rick's second. The first, his beloved Cub, had been bought and paid for by his own efforts, serving as taxi for the scientists and as the island's shopping service. When the Cub was wrecked, as described in Stairway to Danger, the reward for capture of a criminal and his loot had made it possible to buy a larger and more powerful plane. Rick consulted his watch.
He had seen clam dredges bringing up bushels of soft-shelled, long-necked clams that the dredgers called "manos," and he had seen the famous Maryland "bugeyes" and "skip-jacks" sailing craft used for dredging oysters. The boats were not operated during the oyster breeding season from the end of March until September. Rick's interest in the life of the great bay was to be expected.
She even made up her mind numerous times that she would obtain them regardless of Michael's objections and put them in an international school. She was planning to contact Rick's sister but the months went by so fast. It wasn't much of an excuse. She had to admit that. Had the two of them really neglected to contact the boys all this time she with hers and he with his?
"Something's very wrong," he said. "I thought I saw the gleam of metal, and I did. A brand-new padlock on the door! New hasp, too, put on in a way no house owner would ever do it. It's as though someone was closing a barn door and didn't care how it looked." A chill went down Rick's spine. Instead of a solution, they had found a deeper mystery. He was sure of only one thing for the present.
He pulled the snorkel from his mouth and let it hang. As luck would have it, the shadow saw him first. He stood up, oar in hands, poised for a swing at Rick's head. Scotty's voice stopped the swing. "Don't do it or you'll get three feet of steel through you!" The man turned and faced the needle point of Scotty's spear. The oar dropped from his hands. Rick gulped his relief.
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