Rick collected his thoughts and yelled, "Hey! Wait! Where're you going?"
"After Kelso," Scotty called back over his shoulder.
Rick didn't know what had happened, but evidently Scotty did and was doing something about it. He ran after his friend, brushing off dirt from his clothes as he did so. He heard Cap'n Mike call, "Wait for me!" but he didn't pause.
At the entrance to the pier, Rick caught up with Scotty who was looking up and down the street, his face flushed with anger.
"He's gone. No use looking for him because he could hide anywhere around here. But we'll catch up with him one of these days, and when we do ..."
"What's it all about?" Rick demanded.
"Carrots tripped that scoop on us. I don't know how, but I know he did it."
Cap'n Mike came up behind them in time to hear Scotty. "He's the one, all right. There's an emergency trip on those scoops, set in the wall. It's in case the operator loses control. Then the scoop can be dumped without having all that weight smash against the end of the track and break things. Young Kelso must have punched the trip."
"He sure did." Rick sniffed angrily. "And I smell like ten days in a bait pail. Scotty, we've got to get home and get out of these clothes. I can't stand myself."
"Check," Scotty replied. "Well, I guess that wraps up the investigation for the night, Cap'n."