Scotty wouldn't invite him aboard if there was any danger, Rick knew. He accepted the hand Scotty held down and got aboard.
He surveyed the situation quickly. There was no sign of any danger.
"Pretty murky down there?" Scotty asked.
"Like swimming in ink."
"We'll try again out in deep water. It should be clear near the river mouth."
"Suits me," Rick said. "I never did think we'd find clams in this cove. The mano boats dredge in deeper water than this."
"Maybe the fishermen didn't want us stirring things up where they clam. Come on in and I'll fix you some coffee. I made it while you were down below."
"Okay."
Once inside the cabin, Scotty said softly, "Two men. On the shore. One is the bodyguard. I've never seen the other one before. Both of them have rifles."
Rick considered. "They couldn't possibly know the thing—whatever it is—dropped in the water here. Or could they?"