HE SWUNG THE CRUISER in a wide arc to the north, trebling the flying speed within minutes, handling the controls with a familiar dexterity. He said nothing, searched the gleaming ocean for the smudge of blackness that would denote another island. His gaze flicked amusedly, now and then, to the lanky Splinter who scowled moodily and toyed with the dis-gun in his long hands.
“Cheer up, lad,” Kerry Blane said finally. “I think you’ll find plenty to occupy your time shortly.”
“Maybe?” Splinter said gloomily.
He idly swallowed another vitamin capsule, grinned, when he saw Kerry Blane’s automatic grimace of distaste. Then he yawned hugely, twisted into a comfortable position, dozed sleepily.
Kerry Blane rode the controls for the next three hours, searching the limitless ocean for the few spe
