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The subtug came almost to a full stop, then slowly resumed its climb. Ramsey watched the tow board.
"That freed her, Skipper. Now, how much mud are we going to lose out of the compensator system?"
He leaned to the right to adjust the atmosphere controls. "If we lose ballast, it'll be --"
"Skipper." It was Bonnett at the aft door.
Sparrow spoke without turning away from the controls. "How is he?"
"Resting easier." Bonnett looked at the big static pressure gauge. "It's only 2790 pounds now. We got
off okay."
"Not okay yet," said Sparrow. "Take over the helm." He turned the wheel over to Bonnett, moved
across to Ramsey's station.
"What course?" asked Bonnett.
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"Steady on 197 degrees."
"Steady on 197 degrees," acknowledged Bonnett.
"We need some more luck," said Ramsey.
"St. Christopher is already getting overtime on this trip," said Bonnett.
"She seems to be maintaining hydrostatic balance," said Ramsey.
"Stay with that board," said Sparrow. "It's too soon to tell."
"Compartment twenty-seven is fluctuating a little," said Ramsey.
"How much?"
"Maybe five percent."
"Keep an eye on it." Sparrow went back to Bonnett's station. He stared up at the sonoran chart. "That
pack left us in the corner of the northeast quadrant."
"They made a bad guess," said Bonnett.
Sparrow said, "Are you sure Joe is all right?"
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"Everything was back to normal when I left him."
"Mmmm, hmmm." Sparrow nodded. "Don't sell that enemy commander short. He had inadequate
information. The surface currents set that way." Sparrow pointed to the lower portion of the chart.
"That's radioactive water to the south -- contaminated by the British Isles. He knows we wouldn't turn
east into the range of their shore station. Ergo: We went with the current."
Bonnett pointed to the red-outlined radioactive area west of the British Isles. "There are deep cold
currents setting south into that area, Skipper."
"You're reading my mind," said Sparrow.
"They wouldn't be as hot as the surface layers," said Bonnett.
"It depends on how well we're able to follow the thermal layer," said Sparrow.
"It'd be like nosing into a one-way pipe," said Ramsey, "We'd have to follow the thermal current of
uncontaminated water. And what would happen if we had to come up through all that hot water? Uh,
uh."
Sparrow said, "Let me figure this." He took a sheet of paper from his pocket, scribbled on it, stared at it,
scribbled some more, again examined his work. "Steady as she goes on 197 degrees," he said. "It's our
best chance."
Bonnett said, "What about Joe?"
"I'll go back and check him now. Stay here with Johnny. Let me know if outside water goes above 1000
milli-R."
"Aye."
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The Ram coursed southeast, moving closer and closer to the blighted Scottish coast, rising to shallower
and shallower waters. The relatively radiation-free thermal current thinned until it was not quite twice the
Ram's hull diameter from top to bottom: about 120 feet.
Sparrow returned from the rec room. "He's okay now. No residual effects." He stepped across to the
tow board. "Any more fluctuation in compartment twenty-seven?"
"Negative. We haven't been in one depth long enough for me to get a check on the pressure constant."
Ramsey looked at the search board, watched the green face of the ranging scope. "Not a pip out of
those EP packs." He turned to Sparrow. "Could we risk a slave pulse inside the slug? I'd like to get
something positive on the relative densities."
Sparrow pulled at his lower lip, looked at the ranging scope. "Okay. Just one."
Ramsey set up the recording dials on the tow board, pushed the sonar-pulse button. Dial needles surged:
the time-over-density counter buzzed.
Sparrow said: "Ballast compartment's slow forward."
Ramsey compared the outer and inner time recordings. "Oil in the ballast," he said. "There's a pressure
break on the inside."
"And we're painting an oily path on the surface!" barked Sparrow. "If the EPs have an air patrol over
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