“And if we go with them?” Johnny breathed.
“I’ve seen pictures of the Orient.” The girl’s eyes were closed. “It’s gorgeous. It truly must be.”
“Do you think we’d get to see anything?”
“Why not?” the girl laughed low. “It’s all there to see. At least they can’t keep us from dreaming.”
“No, they surely cannot.” At that Johnny did some very choice dreaming, all his own.
He was wakened from these dreams by the return of MacGregor. “It’s the strangest thing!” he exclaimed. “I got a look into that place. There’s a huge generator an’ it’s chargin’ batteries.”
“Batteries!” Johnny exclaimed in surprise.
“Sure! Banks and banks of large batteries.”
“When submarines go under water,” Johnny spoke slowly, “they use batteries for power. What do you think?”
“I don’t think,” said MacGregor. “Anyway, here’s our little boss. He wants us to resume our duties as first-class cleaners of sock-eyed salmon.”