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eyes narrowed. Connel had been very anxious about his and Scotty's condition, once the hotel was reached. Rick was sure his anxiety was strictly phony. Both boys had been stiff and sore, but a medical examination showed nothing seriously wrong, thanks to Scotty's fast action. Hartson Brant had been reluctant to accept Rick's opinion that Connel had stolen the dynamite and booby-trapped them. He pointed out that the geologist had no motive; he had never even been on San Luz before. Rick had to agree. There was no apparent motive, but that didn't mean Connel was innocent. He might have a motive that no one suspected. Scotty cocked an eyebrow at Rick and made a slight motion of his head toward the door where Connel had vanished. Rick got the signal. He nodded. The boys thanked Dr. Balgos for his explanation, then excused themselves. They wandered casually from the dining room. Once outside, Rick grinned at Scotty. "So you're wondering where Connel has gone?" "Aren't you?" "Sure. But why not ask the others what he said when he excused himself?" Scotty shook his head. "They didn't think much of our theory about Connel causing our troubles, did they? If we asked, they'd think we were pushing the same point too hard." Rick agreed. "Where did he go?" "I don't know. But if he leaves the hotel, it will be by jeep. There's nothing within walking distance. If we get out back of the pump shed we'll see him if he comes out." "Aye, aye. And if he jeeps out of here, we'll be on his tail. Roger?" "You said a Brantish mouthful. Let's go." A quick reconnaissance disclosed no sign of the geologist outside, and the boys hurried across the dark parking lot to the shadow of the pump shed. A police officer materialized from the darkness and greeted them courteously. "Good evening, senores. _A sus ordenes._" By placing himself at their orders, the officer was politely asking their business, Rick knew. He replied, "We came out to see if anyone had made another try for the dynamite, Senor _Teniente_." Calling the officer "lieutenant" was a form of flattery. "_Sargento, muchas gracias_," the officer replied. White teeth flashed in a grin. "But who can tell the future? If I capture the thief, it may soon be lieutenant instead of sergeant." "We hope so," Scotty said politely. Rick noted that the three were hidden from the parking lot by the pump house. The position was satisfactory. If Connel was going to take
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