Both pushed their ion drives to capacity, scanning the water ahead in all directions.
“There they are!” Bud exclaimed presently. He pointed to two tiny figures, barely visible in the distance.
“Wow! They’re sure not wasting any time!” Mel muttered. “Let’s step on it, Bud! They’ll be ashore in a minute!”
A darting school of sea bass screened the figures briefly from view. As the fish flickered past, Mel and Bud saw the frogmen breast-stroke up toward the surface and break water.
Bud and Mel followed. Ahead lay a barren stretch of beach, humped with sand dunes. It was skirted beyond by a thick fringe of trees.
“They certainly picked a perfect spot for a sneak landing!” Bud thought. The beach seemed totally deserted, with no sign of human habitation.
By this time, the frogmen were scrambling ashore. Within moments, Bud and Mel were on their heels. The raiders whirled in dismay as they caught the sound of footsteps rushing up behind them through the sand.
Bud and Mel hurled themselves forward, each dropping a man with a flying tackle. All four went down in a struggling, kicking tangle of arms and legs.
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The battle was rough but short. Bud and Mel had the advantage of surprise, and soon pommeled and grappled their foes into submission.
Bud, astride his opponent’s chest with knees pinning the man’s arms, unlooped from his belt the wire he had brought.
“Herel Take some of this and wire your man’s wrists together!” Bud told Mel.
When the frogmen were safely bound, Bud and Mel allowed them to stand up. Neither captive tried to escape.