“Heck, no!” Jerry said hastily. “I wouldn’t have traded a minute of it for anything.”
“Even the couple of hours we camped on the hill with that bomb?” Sandy asked slyly.
“Absolutely not,” Jerry maintained. “Only if it’s all the same to you guys. I’d just as soon spend the next couple of weeks camped smack in the middle of Red Lake aboard that nifty power launch—with plenty of water all around me.”
“I’ll buy that,” Sandy agreed.
Russ Steele nodded. “You can swim, fish and go water skiing. And explore the lake. It’s pretty big, you know. Some day, we can cruise down to the lower lake and visit the Indian Reservation.”
“Great!” Sandy looked around to make sure that their Canadian tent-mates were not around. “What about the bomb? Are we just going to take off and leave it?”
“Everything’s under control,” Russ assured him. “A special military detail arrived at dawn to expedite that matter. You’ll be relieved to learn that there is no trace of radioactivity in the area whatsoever. Evidently, the casing was not shattered by the impact.”
Quiz woke up just in time to hear the last part of the conversation. “That’s good. Last night I dreamed that I glowed in the dark like the radium numbers on a watch face. What a nightmare!”
“So what?” Jerry said brightly. “Just think, you could read in the dark by the light of your nose.”
Sandy swung his feet around to give Jerry’s cot a hard shove. “You didn’t think it was so funny yesterday, old buddy.”