eep track of what's going on."

"Hope he doesn't attract any attention," Rick said.

"He's too smart for that. Well, what now? To bed to catch up on that
sleep we missed?"

Rick couldn't have slept a wink, and he said as much. He was too wound
up. "Let's go back to Whiteside," he suggested. "It's full daylight
now and one of us might as well bring the Cub back."

"I'll do it," Scotty offered. "You've been getting all the practice,
and you're the one who doesn't need it."

On the way over by boat, Rick reviewed again the events of the night.
"Funny that the freighter was heading south," he said. In the cold
light of day, his speculation that there might be a whole smuggling
ring up and down the coast didn't look too sensible. "Of course she
may have reached there before Brad showed up and circled while she was
waiting. We didn't hang around to see if she headed north again after
they finished unloading."

"That could be it," Scotty nodded. "Probably is. Listen, what happens
to the freighter if the police catch Brad with the goods?"

"Can't say. Ordinarily, I'd think the police would call for the Coast
Guard to go intercept them. But we're not sure of the identity of the
ship."

"We missed there," Scotty said. "Has it occurred to you that we're
going to be the star witnesses if this comes to trial?"

Rick shook his head. "Not necessarily. If the State Police catch Brad
and the Kelsos with the goods, they won't need us for anything. But if
they identify the ship that supplied them, they may need us there."

"Unless it's a foreign ship."

"What do you mean?"

"They were outside the twelve-mile limit," Scotty pointed out. "That's
the high seas. I'm not up on my international law, but I doubt if the
United States could do much about something done by a foreign ship on
the high seas."

"Never thought of that," Rick admitted.

He dropped Scotty at the landing, then turned the launch back to
Spindrift. Once in his own room, however, he was too restless to do
anything, even to sleep. He walked out to the lab building and sat
down on the steps, looking out to sea. It was a beautiful morning.
Soon as Scotty got back he would suggest a swim.

In a short time he looked up to see Scotty approaching from Whiteside.
He watched critically as Scotty swung wide and banked into the
approach over the lab building, then settled smoothly to the grass. He
nodded approval. Scotty was a natural flier. He excelled at anything
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