They were off.
He grabbed Lynn in a bear hug and whirled her precariously around the shimmying deck.
"We got 'em!" he shouted above the sullen thunder of the tubes. "We've trapped 'em! Nineteen!"
Lynn gasped, "Put me down!" and struck him a hard blow in the solar plexus.
Matt grunted, dropping her with a thump.
"I don't see why you're so elated," she said grimly.
A twinkle began to gleam in Matt's blue eyes.
Lynn saw the twinkle and said, "If you don't keep your hands off those hussies, I'm going straight to your cabin and move all my things out!"
"What?" Matt was jarred out of his complacency.
"I said," she repeated with emphasis, "that if you even look cross eyed at any of those trollops, I'm leaving you flat! I move out! Is that clear?"