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rsmxt^ wrencl3«:e at hand to be thrown into them that I sotnetiiws wonder that 
any wheels at all ever eire tiirning freely. 
This HKJrning thimderheads ringed the horizon, and after a storray night 
that blew rain under our thatching and onto our beds and etnashed the plate 
glass top of the table on the terrace (its uEhrella somehow lifted out of 
its socket and caw dcswn on it) . But Tom and I ran out to the reeflet ar^ay, 
and miraculously the clouds failed to gather — at least they did not get in 
the way of the s\m. I left Tom in the boat to watch the approach of a squall 
that appeared to be moving in. All was well on the bottom. Our little crab 
was in its cage with its claws hooked in the wires, shell on top like a sinall 
biscuit. The lobster was exploring the sandy bottom of its enclosure. 
I had looked briefly at these things, checked to see which of the big- 
eyea was having its scales cleaned, when I saw the keel of a boat moving in, 
and a slowly turning prop. Somebody was paying xis a visit. The rounded 
boat bottom up a^inst the sky moved in next to ours and stopped, I Jumped 
from the bottom, caii^t our ladder, and cliBtoed out to see what was up. 
Turned out to be sow fellow who was looking for somebody we didn't know. 
He unhooked ard went whooshing off looking for a better source of information. 
But had supplied us with a wrench for our cog wheels. As I vm.B adjusting 
the straps on ray face plate for the drop back to the bottom, iiy air intake 
suddenly began spouting salt water, Tom was watching, and after a mownt 
of amazement at this peculiar ha'^gs^nitxg he leaped for the air Intake up on 
the bow. It wasn't there — it was hanging in the sea. Our visitor in 
coming alongside had knocked it off the gunwale, and oxir compressor was 
dealing only with salt water. 
