took Regâs coat and then hung it on the kitchen door handle. He pointed to a seat. âSit yourself down; judging by the smell, dinnerâll be ready soon.â
Fetching another plate and cutlery from the cupboard, Snook couldnât help asking, âHow come youâre in Cray Bay, Reg? Are you on a secret mission or somethinâ?â
Reg, still grinning, shook his head.
âThen maybe, if youâre not doinâ anything, you could help me and Jars look for whatever made them queer lights?â
Snookâs dad gave him a playful cuff behind the ear. âWhat are you talking about now? Have you been away with the fairies again? Go sit at the table and try to keep that tongue of yours still. Weâve got more important things than queer lights to discuss.â
Wondering what that could be, Jars began to dish out the meal â lamb chops, mashed potatoes, peas and gravy. She also wondered what Reg was doing in Cray Bay. Probably something official, she thought. Something to do with his work. He was an important man now. And no wonder. Reg was extraor-dinary. He had degrees in biology, genetics and speleology â the study of plants, animals and caves. And because of his exceptional qualifications and talent, heâd been given some higher-up position on the mainland. What that was she didnât know. But why had he suddenly come to Cray Bay? Heâll tell us soon enough, she supposed.
Chapter Eleven
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'T his looks delicious,â Reg commented as Jars set a plate of food before him.
Waving a fork in Jarsâ direction, Jim laughed, and then said,
âSheâs the expert cook around here, Reg. Thatâs Jarsâ job when-ever Ireneâs away. Snook helps too. But tell me, whatâs brought you to Cray Bay?â
âOh, nothing too exciting,â he said, looking a little uncom-fortable. âIâm on a weekâs holiday and I fancied coming down here to see all you guys again. Plus, if I can make it happen, Iâd an inkling to spend a few days down south at the rangerâs shack in the Wild Rivers National Park. Just to have a look around, maybe see how the regrowth sections are progressing.â
âSounds like work to me,â Jim commented, thinking his friend could be spending his holiday in more exciting ways.
âNo, nothing like that. All Iâm looking for is a few daysâ relax-ation.â
âHereâs a thought,â Jim said scratching his chin. âSeeing as you want to go south, you could hitch a ride with us on the boat. Arnie and I are heading for Strahan tomorrow. Weâd be happy to drop you off wherever it is youâre going.â
âItâs past Teepookana Landing, a bit out of your way Iâm afraid. At any rate, I was going to hire a boat.â
âDonât even think it. A little detourâs not gonna worry us.â He looked over the table at Jars and Snook. âYou two can come as well. Weâll be away for the whole long weekend and I donât fancy leaving you here on your own.â
âWhatâs wrong with the usual grounds in the bay?â Snook asked, not really looking forward to three days at sea.
âFished out if todayâs any indication.â
Arnie nodded. âC-cray too small, eh, J-Jim? W-we have to go somewhere n-new now.â
âThatâs right,â Snookâs dad said, picking up a chop with his fingers ready to chew on it. âThatâs why weâre going to new grounds tomorrow; itâs a case of have to.â
âHang on, Iâve an idea,â Reg said cutting in. âWhy donât the kids come with me instead of going on the boat? We could stay in the rangerâs shack. Itâs fully equipped. Itâd be our base camp. All weâd need is our sleeping bags and some food. What do you say?â
âSounds okay to me, Reg,â Jim said, âas long as you donât mind âem tagging along,