“I was just thinking,” Jerry said, chewing on a chicken leg, “we haven’t seen anything of those characters who took pot shots at us for a few days now. Think they’ve given up?”
Sandy’s brow furrowed in anxiety. “I don’t know, Jerry. From what we know of them, they don’t seem to be the kind who give up so easily. They’ve been after the professor for months now. Maybe we should have stayed with them back at Cordova.”
“Aw, what could happen to them in Cordova? Those birds wouldn’t try anything in the middle of a big town like that.”
Sandy nibbled at his sandwich without relish. “I suppose not. But Dad and the professor are going to be out poking around some old abandoned mine sites.”
The discussion ended when Parker called back, “I’m ready for that sandwich now. And a cup of coffee if you don’t mind. Black, no sugar.”
“I’ll take it up to him,” Jerry said.
It was still bright daylight in the air when they sighted Kodiak, but the island and the sea around it were shrouded in purple dusk. Lights began to twinkle on below as they circled the city of Kodiak, losing altitude. Towering prominently over the other low buildings were a pair of onion-shaped domes.
“What’s that?” Sandy asked Parker. “They look almost Turkish.”
“The Russian Orthodox church,” the pilot said. “Remember, the Russians founded Kodiak.”
“How did those Russians ever get way over here?” Jerry wanted to know.