Chapter Twenty-two
Butch stepped onto the staging. “How we makin’ out?”He was dressed in ill-fitting cutoff jeans and a muscle shirt was stretched across his belly.
Cindy straightened. “Last one,”she said, hoisting a dive cylinder from the tub of water which had kept the aluminum cool as the tank was being filled with one-hundred cubic feet of compressed air. “Cleaned, purged and tested with the gas analyzer before being refilled. All the tanks are ready for use.”
“Good. I’m going down to trace the flare header. If anyone tampered with the discharge pipe it should be easy to spot. Lena says if we can find the makeshift take-off, dismantle it and repair the header, we’ll be back in business around here.”He peeled his sleeveless vest up over his head and reached for a dive tank.
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