âSomethingâs sure gone wrong,â he said dolefully.
âHe seemed very hard pressed the last time he spoke,â said the commander. âIâm awfully afraid heâs been capturedâor worse â¦â
âPoor little puppy dog,â muttered Butch.
Bingo sat biting his knuckles. Suddenly he looked at the parrot. âWhatâs happened, Pirate?â he begged. âBolts isnât d-dead, is he?â
âHa!â the jealous parrot cackled happily. âHe might as well be dead. Heâs deep in the ground where he belongs, and good riddance!â
âPirate!â snapped the commander. âThatâs no way to talk about a new member of the family. Bolts may be ignorant and uncouth, but heâs just as much a member of the Brown family as you are, and that practically makes him your brother.â
âSorry relation,â grumbled the parrot. âBut if you want him, you can have himâif you can get him. Heâs crawled into a hole.â
âThatâs it!â Bingo cried. âHeâs crawled into a narrow hole where he canât use his radio. What direction is it from here, Pirate?â
âSouâeast by south,â Pirate admitted reluctantly.
âHow far?â
âThree hundred and nine and a quarter milesâand thatâs all Iâm telling you. Youâve strained my second sight to the breaking point!â
Bingoâs fingers flew over the control buttons. The earth seemed to shift, and below them a new range of mountains appeared. Now Bingo pressed the down button, and the Space Jumper, like a falling elevator, began to descend through the atmosphere. Everyone except Big Butch felt an oopity feeling in his stomach, which is the opposite of the umpity feeling of going up.
A half mile above the mountains, Bingo halted the Space Jumper and everyone peered down through the viewing ports. There were wild and barren ridges below them, some topped with snow, but at this height neither Bingo nor the commander could make out details. Big Butch, however, had built-in super vision, and could spot a beetle at a thousand yards.
âSee anything?â Bingo asked.
âNot a soul,â Big Butch answered. âIf that poor little dog was being chased, thereâd be men around. Your navigation must be off.â
âJiminy!â Bingo exclaimed. âIâll bet Pirate gave me the distance in nautical miles. I was using land miles.â
âLubber!â squawked Pirate. âYouâll never be a sailor.â
âAw, we were traveling over land,â Bingo said. âSo naturally I thought â¦â His fingers flew over the button panel again, and now an auxiliary jet motor began to drive them forward. It seemed terribly slow after their zip speed in space, but finally new peaks were beneath them, with a desert in the distance.
âThere they are!â Big Butch cried. âIn that little valley. Men, horses, dogsâlots of them! Thereâs a hole in the rocks, and theyâre digging in it!â
âKeep your eye on them,â the commander ordered. âQuick, Bingo, call Bolts again.â
Poor Bolts, half a mile and some spare feet below, was still unable to use his radio. After overhearing Major Manglerâs unpleasant plans for him, his main concern was to get as far down in the hole as possible.
He had managed to turn around once more, and squeeze past rocks he couldnât dig out with his paws. Once he wondered how he could escape from the holeâif that happy chance ever cameâthen he told himself, âAw, whatâs the diff? Iâll worry about that later.â
His sniffer had already warned him that he was not alone down here. There was some sort of critter aheadâa very cautious and quiet critter that kept retreating as he advanced. He decided he had better get acquainted with it before trouble cut loose on them both.
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