“Don’t worry, Mom,” Eddie promised. “We’ll start early, and get back early.” Then he spoke to Teena. “I’ll be right over,” Teena replied, “soon as I make us a little picnic lunch.” Eddie got the Geiger counter out of the closet. He told his mother how he had been wanting to try it out on Cedar Point. He told her about the dream he had had. “Well, I guess you never can tell,” Mrs. Taylor said. “According to your father, uranium ore often shows up in most unlikely places.” “Cedar Point isn’t so unlikely, Mom,” Eddie said. “There are lots of rock formations out there. Uranium ore is usually located where there are plenty of rocks.” When Teena arrived Eddie was all set to leave. He wore swimming trunks under his blue jeans. Teena said she also had her bathing suit on in case they had to swim home. “Well, you children be careful,” Eddie’s mother cautioned. “The bay’s usually nice and smooth, but it can get pretty choppy. If it does, you head straight for shore, understand?” “We will, Mrs. Taylor,” Teena promised. Eddie’s mother smiled. “Be back no later than four o’clock,” she said to Eddie. “Right.” “But you don’t have a watch, Eddie,” Teena said. “I can tell by the sun,” he said proudly, then added, “pretty close, anyway.” Eddie carried the Geiger counter and Teena the picnic lunch as they started toward Anderson’s Landing. Although it was a nice sunny day for fishing, there were still several rowboats tied up at the landing. Mr. Anderson was in his little office at the foot of the dock. “I’ve been expecting you,” he said. “Saved you a nice light pair of oars, too.” “Swell,” Eddie said. “Thanks, Mr. Anderson.” “Take boat Number Eighteen,” the owner said. “She rides high and is leakproof. What’s that gadget you’ve got there?” “It’s a Geiger counter, Mr. Anderson,” Eddie said. “We hope we’ll find some signs of uranium out on Cedar Point.” “That the stuff you make atom bombs of?” Mr. Anderson said, with a note of disapproval in his voice. “You can make bombs of it,” Eddie admitted, “but nowadays scientists are more interested in running machinery and curing diseases with it.” “That’s the kind of thing I like to hear,” Mr. Anderson said, smiling. “In that case, good luck.” Soon, with Eddie at the oars, they started toward distant Cedar Point. Eddie set the course in a line which cut at an angle across the bay. As they were crossing the submerged sand bar, Teena pointed shoreward. “Eddie, look,” she said. Resting on the oars and following the direction of Teena’s finger, Eddie saw that they were directly offshore from the cove. He also saw the orange-and-white rowboat pulled up onto the beach. Of even more importance, he saw two men making their way carefully down the narrow trail which zigzagged down the face of the bluff. Even from the distance, Eddie saw that one man was tall and thin, the other short and fat. “It’s those two men!” he exclaimed.