"Okay," Steve said flatly. "I appreciate the way you handled things yesterday, but that's the end so far as you are concerned. Get out, and stay out! And that's final!"
CHAPTER VI
The Deadly Tank
The Sky Wagon droned smoothly through a series of figure eights as Rick and Scotty inspected every inch of Clipper Cay and its surrounding waters. While Rick flew, Scotty marked off landmarks on the chart of the island that Dr. Ernst had provided.
"I wish we could spot the wreck of the Maiden Hand," Scotty remarked.
"Too deep," Rick said. "We can't see bottom at twenty fathoms even in water as clear as this."
"I've got everything important marked. What say we land and look over our property?"
"Okay. I'll shoot the beach while you look for coral heads. We don't want to snag a pontoon."
The boys had already identified their house. It was set at the edge of the palms, about fifty yards inland from the beach. It looked fine. There was a small dock to which the Water Witch could be tied up when the scientists arrived.