“Best I can do, anyway,” Slade said. “Maybe it will set all right and maybe not. Nothing else to do, though. The main thing I’m worried about is the head injury.”
Slade Set Scotti’s Broken Leg
“Yes, I wish he weren’t unconscious,” Dick said. “It seems terrible, somehow, to see him here but not talk to him, hear him. And right now we need him badly. He’s the one with the brains in this outfit.”
“It’s too bad, all right,” Tony said, “but you’ve got a pretty good head on your shoulders, too, Dick. We can carry on. And, anyway, maybe Scotti will come around in a little while and he can direct operations from here. He doesn’t have to move around. We can do everything that needs to be done.”
The others agreed, but Dick felt a little lost without Scotti’s help at this point. He set about getting the cave organized, the containers unpacked, the supplies in order. Tony Avella checked over all the radio material and found everything in order.
Slade stacked his dynamite at the rear of the cave, and Vince said, as he saw the great pile, “Are you just going to blow up one dam with that, Boom-Boom? It looks as if you had enough for two.”
“It takes a lot of dynamite to blow up a good dam,” Slade said. “From the pictures and plans I saw, this isn’t such a wonderful one. Structurally, it would never be acceptable in the United States. But, when possible, I always believe in bringing along just twice as much material as I think I’m going to need.”