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Updated: June 17, 2025
It was a feast, indeed. "If I hadn't been a heavy eater before, I'd be one after this," Scotty observed happily. "Beats hunting flying stingarees," Rick agreed. "Pass another crab, please." Not until the table had been cleared by the waiter, who simply removed the utensils and tray, then wrapped up all the shells in the brown paper and carried it off, did the conversation return to the mystery.
Why not use a rocket launched directly from the ground?" Scotty demanded. He looked puzzled. Rick looked at Steve expectantly. The young agent smiled. "Got the answer, Rick?" "Maybe. It's a matter of secrecy, isn't it? The folks around here were puzzled by the flying stingarees, but they would have been more puzzled by rocket firing.
Don't bother about breakfast. We've eaten. By the way, have you had any trouble with flying stingarees?" Rick grinned back. "Not bad predicting. Actually, I was going to wait for the right opportunity, then say, 'Wonderful hunting and fishing country, Steve. By the way, when does the hunting season open for flying stingarees?" Scotty laughed. "Okay. Only let's get going.
There would be two days, three, four, five, or even six between sightings. "Not a trace of pattern," Rick said. "Who says stingarees have to fly on schedule?" Steve asked with a grin. "They're not supposed to be like planes. What's the next step?" Scotty produced the map they had used.
It is very shoal, so much so that we were obliged to haul our boat out nearly half a mile before she would float, and the water is teeming with stingarees, sword-fish, crabs, etc. But once afloat, we headed to the southward with a fair wind. For four days we continued to make good progress, taking advantage of every fair wind by night as well as by day. Here, as on the St.
"Not yet. I sent the cards to the computing center, but they won't have time to run the data through until tomorrow or the next day. Make yourselves at home, and don't spend all your time on flying stingarees. Get in some fishing and swimming." Rick assured him that they were enjoying the vacation and would try to get in some fishing. He hung up and turned to Scotty.
But a balloon can be any shape. Another thing balloons for high altitudes aren't fully inflated on the ground. Maybe the flying stingarees have a different shape when they get higher and in less dense atmosphere where the gas distends them." "An odd shape could be used as camouflage, too, if you didn't want people to recognize the balloon.
He poured coffee and made sure the boys were comfortable, then sank into an armchair and looked at them quizzically. "All right. Out with it." Rick chuckled. "You're too sharp," he accused. "We had a plan all cooked up. I was going to comment on the fishing and hunting, and then ask very innocently when the season for flying stingarees opened." The agent's eyebrows went up. "Flying stingarees?
Steve shook his head with obvious admiration. "Leave it to the Spindrift twins! If there's a mystery afoot, you'll unearth it. Nope, lads. Never heard of your flying stingarees, or flying saucers, either. But that's not surprising. I'm down here mostly on weekends, sometimes with a friend or two, and the only local folks we see are at the store or gas station.
Usually I'm in too much of a rush for small talk. I don't get the local papers, and when I listen to the radio or watch TV, it's either a Washington or Baltimore station. So I'm not in touch with local events." "Anyway," Rick said, "stingarees don't fly." Steve had been in the Virgin Islands, too, and had been involved in the adventure of The Wailing Octopus.
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