And Scotty said in the same breath, "Let's visit the fancy frogmen."
They grinned at each other, amused at how much alike their thought processes were.
"We'd better approach from the back," Scotty suggested.
Rick agreed. "Suppose we cross to the eastern shore, then walk up until we're in sight of the house. It's close to the northern tip, anyway."
It was almost fully dark now, and no lights appeared in the houses south of them. As they watched, lights showed far up the beach where the fancy frogmen lived. But there were no other lights anywhere on the island.
"Just two houses occupied," Rick said.
"We'll probably have more neighbors during the week end," Scotty answered. "The people in the house south of us must have left, but they may be back. Come on."
They made their way through the palm grove, watching fruit bats whirl against the darkening sky. There was a slight breeze, just enough to make the palms whisper. It reminded Rick of Hawaii.
The eastern shore was rough. The reef was much closer here, and long swells that had come all the way across the Atlantic sounded like subdued thunder as they broke. It was dark now, and only the white of the breaking water could be seen.
They walked up the eastern shore until the lights of the frogmen's house were directly opposite, then turned toward it, moving with caution.