电石行情: “All right,” he told himself. “We’ll follow them and see what they do and where they go.”。 “Naturally she dug up all her finest jewelry,” surmised Dick. 氨水价格
电石行情“Now we can catch them and ride them down!” exulted Dick.
Bending forward Dick began to rummage in a compartment built in his section of the seating space.
“No,” admitted his pupil. “I think superstition is just believing something somebody else tells you until you are so busy watching out for something to go wrong that you aren’t ‘right on the job’ with your own work—or you are so busy waiting for some good thing to ‘happen’ that you don’t see Opportunity when it comes up because you’re not watching Opportunity—you’re watching Luck, or Omens.”
Jeff was too upset to pilot; and since the morning adventure he had no second control stick; but he could give instructions.
“Yes,” Sandy spoke meaningly. “This is the old Everdail estate—the one that’s been in the newspapers lately because the people around here claim the hangar is haunted.”Jeff agreed, made his bank and turn, as Sandy saw the drift of a plume of smoke on the horizon, to get into the wind.
电石行情:“No,” Dick agreed, seeing no fun in the situation for once. “See! There is a motor connected to a big drum up in the top of the hangar, and the door is counterbalanced so that turning the drum winds up the cable that pulls it up. I suppose the motor reverses to run it down and——”
“But we read to try to guess the answers to the mystery,” Dick declared. “You’ve got the idea that real life is like those wild stories. Everything looks as if it had some hidden mystery behind it—I know what will be your new nickname——”
He traced the wires down into the metal, asbestos-lined sheathing cable, and was still not enlightened about the discovery. It was not necessary to have two wires. One was heavy enough for the hundred-and-ten volt current that came in from the mains.
One little thing bothered Sandy at that point in his musing: why had Jeff not made away with the life preserver at once?。
He went inside the hangar, closing the door, and resumed his vigil.。
Only the raucous cry of a seagull cut into that chill silence!。