"I suppose that's right. Anyway, they can't get in the way much. We'll stick 'em in the back seat."
"Come on, then. Let's eat and get going."
Rick showered and dressed hurriedly, and got downstairs just in time to take his seat at the breakfast table. After bidding the family good morning, he turned to Jan. "Shah and Dismal had a fight this morning."
Jan put a hand to her mouth. "Oh! Shah didn't hurt him, did he?"
That nettled Rick a little. The idea of assuming that a mere cat, even a champion Persian, could win a fight with Dismal! Then common sense got the better of him. The unhappy truth was, Shah could lick Dismal with no strain at all.
"No damage," he replied. "Except to me. The war took place on my stomach."
Jan was supposed to look sorry, but she didn't. She giggled. Barby giggled, too.
"I guess they thought you'd be a fair witness if anyone asked who won," Jan explained.
Rick saw he was getting no sympathy. After all, what could anyone do? Dogs and cats were just natural enemies. Besides, if he was fair about it, he had to admit that Shah teased the pup but didn't start serious fights.
After breakfast the four young people went down to the beach where the Sky Wagon was hauled up. In a few moments they were air-borne. Rick headed for Seaford, the fishing town down the coast. It didn't make much sense to go farther south than that. Beside him, Scotty polished the binocular lenses with a piece of lens tissue from the camera kit, and started sweeping the area below.