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"Jolly good We're on our way Out"

Grant took up a position over the struggling men in the water

The gulf current ar to exposure, but any bleeding wounds were certain to attract sharks

"You don't carry much influence," said his co-pilot

"What do you mean?" asked Grant

Speed on inland ays is rated in miles per hour, never in knots

"The Li She's turned away"

Grant leaned forward and banked the plane to see out the opposite cockpitHis co-pilot was right The Pathfinder's bow had come around on a course away from the helicopter's survivors and was aimed toward the Stonewall Jackson

"Pathfinder, this is zero-four-zero," Grant called "What is your problem? Repeat What is your problem?"

There was no reply

"Unless I' one hell of a hallucination," Metcalf said, staring in wonder at the vineo transmission, "That old relic from Tom Sawyer intends to attack the towboat"

"She's giving every indication," Sandecker agreed

"Where do you suppose she came from?"

Sandecker stood with his ar an elated expression "Pitt," he muttered under his breath, "you wily, irrepressible son of a bitch"

"You say so?"