"But," she protested, "if you run it into the water they can see from the air in daylight. I know. They used to spot our sub. Why not run it off into those weeds and little trees? They'll hide it and maybe we could get it later."
It wasn't a bad idea but he didn't feel like admitting it. He gunned the rod into the tangle of undergrowth.
Danniels came back to the girl with his arms and face laced with scratches from the limbs.
He tried to roll his trousers up at the cuff but they wouldn't stay. So he would spend a soggy ten minutes while they dried.
He told the girl to go ahead and he went after her, marking the spongy wet sand and slapping into the white-scummed, very blue water.
The tiny submarine was just where Julie had said it would be. He waited impatiently as she worked the miniature airlock.
