Jan smiled at him. "Going to try again?"
"You bet I am. Got to catch up with you somehow."
Jan had bagged a ten-pound rockfish underwater on the day before, and they had baked it in a driftwood fire on a beach at Poplar Island. Rick was as proud as though the catch had been his own. He had been Jan's diving instructor and had taught her how to stalk a fish.
"You can catch up day after tomorrow when the folks will let you dive," Jan assured him.
"Can't wait that long," Rick replied. "I'm going to find a fifty-pound ray right now."
"Go get your bow," Jan said. "I'll join the others and we'll all spot for you."
Rick got to his feet and gave Jan a hand up. He went down the catwalk to the cabin while she went up the ladder to the top deck.
The bow was in the closet. Rick checked the string, then strung the bow and selected two arrows. He went out on deck and stopped at Scotty's side. "Looks like a good place. Cruise slow and easy and be ready to maneuver. If there's a ray there, I want it."
"Okay. Go for broke, Robin Hood. What I can't understand is why you don't shoot for something edible."
"Can't," Rick said cheerfully. "Edible-type fish don't hang around waiting for boats to bring bowmen close."