Plan of Attack
The boys crossed the street, crept past several houses, and gained the
safety of the cornfield. Slowly, so that rustling leaves and stalks
would not give them away, they crossed the cornfield. To Rick, at least,
it was a terribly long and slow journey. He wanted to give a yell of joy
and triumph. He wanted to call Zircon immediately and pass on the good
news. But he knew silence was important, and he kept his exultation
locked inside.
As they reached the lava flow Chahda gave the now-faithful pirate dog
the last of his hamburgers, and the boys climbed across the lava to the
beach. Only then did Rick dare to stop long enough to call the _Swift
Arrow_.
"We found Shannon," he said triumphantly. "Now we have to get out of
here. We'll give you the details later."
The boys pushed off in the vinta and paddled toward the east in order to
get farther away from the guards before putting up the sail. Then,
because the slight breeze had shifted, it was necessary to tack the
cranky craft until dawn was pale in the east before they reached the
_Swift Arrow_.
As the MTB moved quietly south, out of danger, Rick reported. "We saw
Shannon, as I told you on the radio. I'm sure it was he. They're on the
cliff at the back of the village. I'd guess the shelf where we saw the
fire is over a hundred feet up."
"No sign of Briotti?" Zircon asked.
"None at all. Of course we couldn't see onto the shelf. There wasn't
enough light and it was too high."
Scotty rubbed his chin. "How did they get up there?"
"Must be ladder," Chahda answered.
"A pretty good prison," Zircon commented. "No danger of escape, once the
ladder or steps were removed, and the whole village serves as guard. The
big question is, how do we get them out of there?"
Rick had thought about it during the tedious trip back. He had turned
over every possibility in his mind and eliminated all but one. What's
more, he wasn't sure that would work.
"I have an idea," he explained, "but it depends on a daytime look at the
island."
Zircon nodded. "All right. We'll take a look. Now, tell us about the
village. Any trouble?"
The two boys gave Zircon and Scotty a quick account of their
reconnaissance, and both chuckled at Chahda's trick of feeding the dog.
"He'll probably be standing on the beach waiting when you get back,"
Scotty said with a grin. "Bet it's the first hamburger the pooch ever
had. That pirate you belted with the pistol bothers me, though. Won't he
set off an alarm that will put the whole mob on the alert?"
"I hope not. There's a chance he might think it was someone in the
village who has a grudge against him."
Zircon shrugged. "One way or another, there's nothing we can do about it
now. We'll have to assume the whole place is alerted."
"How about some sleep?" Scotty suggested.
Rick shook his head. The first part of his plan had to be put into
operation immediately. "It's only a little while to dawn. By sunrise we
have to be east of the island."
He explained quickly. For a safe, undetected look at the areas of the
island he wanted to see, they would have to depend on the sun for a
shield. They could proceed immediately on a roundabout course that would
bring them to the east of the island just as the sun was rising. Hidden
in the sun's glare, they would have a few minutes in which to examine
the eastern slope of the volcano.
"I'm beginning to see your plan," Zircon said. "Then what?"
"Then we go into safe waters for the day. At sunset we hide in the sun
again, while we look at the island from the west. We'll wait until the
sun is low enough, so no one on the island will be looking into it, then
we'll use it for a shield and take a good look at Shannon's cliff
dwelling through the long glass."
Scotty shook his head. "But we already know what's on the eastern and
western shores. Why go to all this trouble?"
"We don't know much about the terrain. If it looks possible, you and I
go climbing tonight. We land on the eastern shore, climb the volcano, go
over the top and down the western side until we come out right above the
shelf where the scientists are held prisoner. Then we haul them up on a
rope."
Scotty stared at his pal. "Wow! We take them out by the back door, huh?"
Zircon held up his hand. "Not so fast. The plan is a good one, Rick. I
won't mention my natural dislike of being dismissed from the scheme
without being consulted, because you and Scotty are the logical ones to
go for a reconnaissance of this kind. But I'll buy only this: You and
Scotty will look over the terrain tonight. If possible, you will deliver
a Megabuck radio unit to Shannon and Briotti. Then you will return
without attracting attention. That will be time enough for us to plan
the rescue, in conjunction with our friends on the cliff."
Rick had to admit Zircon's plan made better sense, even though he
disliked the idea of another day's delay in rescuing their friends. He
nodded.
Scotty rose, his pleasure at the plan evident in his wide grin. "Let's
go!"
Fifteen hours later the _Swift Arrow_ withdrew to the open waters to the
south as the sun slowly fell below the horizon. The four adventurers
gathered around the chart table and studied the island of Shan,
comparing notes.
Zircon used a pair of dividers as a pointer. "This cove on the eastern
shore looks like the best possibility for anchoring the vinta, and I'd
say the climb up the volcano from there is no harder than from any other
place."
Rick agreed. "It looked that way to me, too. We'll call that cove our
back door. The only real puzzle is, does the volcano have a crater? If
so, we'll have to go around it. Climbing down into the crater and up
again would use up too much time."
Zircon shrugged. "We have no way of telling. Did anyone notice a
preferred way around the cone?"
"The southern slope looks a little less steep," Scotty volunteered.
Chahda nodded agreement. "I also think this. To me, big trouble is place
right above cliff. Is pretty steep, I think."
The Hindu boy was right as usual, Rick thought. He had seen through the
long glass that the area above the steep cliff was only slightly less
vertical than the cliff itself, with an occasional shelf of rock. Not
only would that be the hardest part of the trip, he guessed, but the
most dangerous, since they would be in sight of the village part of the
time.
"It's steep," Scotty agreed. "I'd say it's not a place to pick for a
casual stroll, but I can't think of any other way to get our friends off
that shelf. Can you?"
The others shook their heads. They had discussed it at length during the
daylight hours while they floated patiently in the waters south of Shan,
alternately sleeping and preparing for the night's work. Since no other
plan seemed even remotely feasible, Rick and Scotty were to make the
first try in about two hours.
The time passed swiftly with last-minute preparations. The boys carried
rope, heavy spikes to be used as pitons on particularly difficult
places, flashlights taped so only a pinpoint of light could emerge, cans
of water from the emergency rations, work gloves from the clothing
locker, and candy bars for quick-energy rations.
In addition, Rick had Zircon's pistol, a takedown fishing rod, with reel
and line, a radio unit, and the long glass. Scotty had his rifle, a
small first-aid kit, and a wooden caulking mallet.
The two boys were having a last cup of coffee when Chahda came down from
the upper deck. "Is time," the Hindu boy told them. "We two miles east
of Shan. Good wind. You make good time going in, not so good coming
back."
The boys finished their coffee and went on deck. The four shook hands
all around, and Zircon cautioned, "Give yourselves plenty of time for
the return trip. Remember that if you're late, you'll have to hide on
the volcano all day!"