“But you don’t have a watch, Eddie,” Teena said.
“I can tell by the sun,” he said proudly, then added, “pretty close, anyway.”
Eddie carried the Geiger counter and Teena the picnic lunch as they started toward Anderson’s Landing.
Although it was a nice sunny day for fishing, there were still several rowboats tied up at the landing. Mr. Anderson was in his little office at the foot of the dock.
“I’ve been expecting you,” he said. “Saved you a nice light pair of oars, too.”
“Swell,” Eddie said. “Thanks, Mr. Anderson.”
“Take boat Number Eighteen,” the owner said. “She rides high and is leakproof. What’s that gadget you’ve got there?”
“It’s a Geiger counter, Mr. Anderson,” Eddie said. “We hope we’ll find some signs of uranium out on Cedar Point.”
“That the stuff you make atom bombs of?” Mr. Anderson said, with a note of disapproval in his voice.
“You can make bombs of it,” Eddie admitted, “but nowadays scientists are more interested in running machinery and curing diseases with it.”