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When normal traffic resumed, Rick switched the set off. "It appears," Zircon said slowly, "that I'm wanted." "Yep." Scotty grinned. "The demand is there, all right. But delivery is a long way off." The storm punctuated his words. Below the Dark Coral The sky was overcast, ceiling about two thousand feet, visibility about two miles. The wind was moderate and steady.
The valve and pressure gauge had been recovered after a considerable search, and the tank could be refilled with the others. Zircon took the Water Witch through the reef, and the boys donned their equipment while Tony swung the ladder outboard. Rick checked his own straps, and then those of Scotty, while Scotty returned the favor.
Zircon would pilot the boat, following the 120-foot mark on the chart. Tony would act as tender at the stern, while Rick and Scotty would ride the sleds. The first leg would take them through the reef channel, then south to the tip of the island, reverse course and north again, staying at the twenty-fathom mark.
A narrow cone of water extending out about twenty feet was illuminated, but the illumination was visible only through the special glasses he and Zircon wore. Rick held the button until they reached bottom, then suddenly realized he would use all his film before they had even found the frogmen. He groaned silently. Why hadn't he used his head?
It was hard to see, but Rick thought it had a golden glisten and that it was round, about the size of a basketball. The frogmen took it and went under. Zircon's big hand took Rick by the shoulder, then he turned and motioned to the others that they were going under. Rick shifted from snorkel to aqualung mouthpiece. He took the end of rope that Zircon held out and snapped it to his weight belt.
He waited until the group passed a store with a large display, then stopped, as though to examine it. Rick found himself surveying a collection of tools for the do-it-yourself addict. "What's this about Steve and a tail?" Zircon asked. He pointed at a power-drill set, as though discussing it. His normally loud voice couldn't have been heard five feet away.
We're on a wild-goose chase, I tell you!" Big Hobart Zircon, a nuclear physicist and long-time friend of the boys, tapped Scotty on the shoulder. "Since you're so certain of that, may I ask why you came?" Scotty tried to look martyred. "Only because of the buddy system," he said solemnly.
The main storm swung off to the north, but there's another one right on its tail. We have just about time to get to Charlotte Amalie and back before the second one closes us in." The group went into action fast. All four pushed the plane into the water. Zircon ran to pack a bag, and Tony went to get the film Rick had taken for Zircon to carry to Steve.
Instead, they operate in bursts, in a random pattern. They might send out a beam twice in a minute, or wait an hour between bursts. The beam is a powerful one. It's effective for an extraordinary distance." "The wail, of course, was the beam operating," Zircon interjected. "You didn't hear the beam itself, since that's ultrasonic. But you did hear the mechanical vibration of the brass ball.
"How about the men? Where are they?" Scotty asked. "Down below. Locked up, with an armed guard at the door." Steve Ames finished his coffee and sat back with a sigh of satisfaction. "I'm happy," he announced. The boys grinned. He looked it. "Glad you wound this up so fast," Zircon boomed. "When will you return to Charlotte Amalie?" Steve looked at Jimmy Kelly. "You in a hurry?" "Not particularly.
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