"Fine. And while you're doing that, there is little the rest of us can do except relax. Will you let us know by telephone what the governor says?"
"Yes, at once. Any of you care to go with me?"
Williams and Riddle volunteered to go along. Weiss announced that he wanted to make some calculations and asked Hartson Brant and Zircon to help him.
Rick and Scotty, left on their own, considered the possibilities for amusement and found none except the ocean itself—which was plenty. They decided on a swim and hurried back to their room to put on trunks under their slacks. Zircon readily gave permission to use the jeep.
As they changed clothes, a jeep motor roared into life. Scotty walked to the window and opened the draperies. "Balgos and the others," he announced.
A few minutes later another jeep motor started up. Rick went to the window and was just in time to see Brad Connel start across the parking lot in his jeep. He was alone.
The boy turned away from the window, very thoughtful. "That was Connel. Wonder where he's going?"
"Maybe to Calor, for shopping or sightseeing," Scotty replied. "What's on your mind?"
"He worries me," Rick said bluntly. "I don't really know why. Only he's certainly determined to keep us away from his firing stations, isn't he?"
"Go on. Something's biting you, and I want to know what it is."