February 04, 2009
In This Issue:
ARTICLE
NEWS
BOOK REVIEW
ADVENTURE STORY: THE CAVE DWELLERS
ADVENTURE STORY: THE GALLANT MYSTERY
ARTICLE
Maximize Your Lesson Time
All our students know Diane Davis. She is our primary reading instruction specialist. Having worked with students of various ages over the last two plus years she has come up with some pointers to help parents and students get the most out of their time with us. Even if you don't attend our classes, these ideas will help you get the most out of your instructional time wherever it may be.1. Limit the amount of sugar intake before the lesson. You will find that your child will be better able to focus and retain information. They will also be more attentive to the instructor. This is especially true if the student is hyperactive.
2. If the student tends to be be hyperactive, try to calm him or her down before coming to the lesson. Some calming effects are soft music, looking at a picture book, and quiet activities. Some parents have found that half a cup of coffee and milk [no sugar] helps as well.
3. In line with point 2, limit strenuous activities before the lesson if possible. When a student is "wound" up it is hard from them to focus on what they are learning in a non-active enviroment.
4. Encourage the student on the way to class. Help them to look forward to learning. Don't critcize or threaten as a way of "motiving" them to do better in class. We have charts and snacks and try to make it a fun time even through true learning is sometimes just plain hard work. Focus on the positive and on the accomplishments. Always build on strengths before working on weaknesses.
4. Make sure the student is getting an adequant amount of rest. Overtired students are not able to work to their fullest potential.
5. Parents are welcome to sit in on classes. If the student is restless the presence of a parent may help them to focus more on the material at hand. This also allows the parent to see what the student is learning in order to review and re-inforce the lesson at home.
6. When reading at home remind students of the rules they are learning. A parent can also spell out words, ask the student to pronounce the word and then ask them to state what rules are being kept or broken. Repetition between actual lessons reduces the amount of time needed for review and helps the student progress through the material more quickly than would otherwise be possible.
NEWS/LETTERS
Congratulations to Seth for finishing lesson 4. You have mastered 32 sounds! Great! Keep up the good work.Diane and Ruth [our daughter] will be going to Mexico on a missions trip during Spring Break; therefore, there will be no classes from March 5 - 18.BOOK REVIEW
Youth Value Tales is a great series of books which promote positive value traits. Each book chooses one character trait and one historical person. In a fun and true story it explores how that particular person displayed that character quality. The books are fairly easy to read and have lots of colourful illustrations. Learn history and promote good values at the same time. A true win-win series for parents and children. If you are a client in Prince George these books are in our library for you to borrow. Adults Dating, Intimacy, and the Teenage Years is a practical book for teaching about boy/girl relationships. If you have children in or close to the teenage years you cannot afford to leave their education in these matters to the schools and their peers. They need you to teach them the right way to walk. This book is a great tool. It's chapters are short and easy to read. The book approaches the subject from a Christian perspective and covers things like what the different desires of boys and girls are in relationships, what God's design is, the Big Lie, how to be a real man or woman, and much more. Each chapter ends with a few questions to think about. You may want to read this book with your child/teenager or have them read it on their own. If you are a client in Prince George this book are in our library for you to borrow.We trust we will see you here next month.
Yours in life building,
Glenn and Diane Davis
Learn To Read Prince George and the World
Held Fast For England
HELD FAST FOR ENGLANDBy G.A. Henty
Chapter 3
An Unexpected Journey
Hawthorne Cottage, Mr. Medlin's abode, was a pretty little house, standing detached in a good-sized garden, surrounded by a high wall.
"Here we are, mother," the clerk said, as he led the way into a cozy room, where tea was laid upon the table, while a bright fire blazed in the grate. A very pleasant-faced lady, who did not look to Bob more than thirty--although she must have been four or five years older--greeted her husband affectionately. "My dear," he said, "in the exuberance of your feelings, you forget that I have brought you home a visitor. This is Mr. Robert Repton. While he is resident in the house, he may be greeted as Bob. We had a race, and he runs faster than Jack; fifty yards, in four hundred and twenty, is the utmost I can give him." "What nonsense you do talk, Will!" his wife said, laughing. "I am sure Master Repton must think you out of your mind." "It is a very jolly way of being out of his mind, Mrs. Medlin. You don't know how pleased I am." "He thought I was an ogre, my dear, and that you were an ogress. "Now let the banquet be served; for I am hungry, and I expect Bob is, too. As for the children, they are always hungry--at least, it seems so." It was a merry meal, and Bob thought he had never enjoyed one as much, except at his sister's. After tea they had music; and he found that Mr. Medlin performed admirably on the violin, his wife played the spinet, Jack the clarionet, and Sophy--the eldest girl--the piccolo. "She is going to learn the harp, presently," Mr. Medlin explained; "but for the present, when we have no visitors--and I don't count you one, after this evening--she plays the piccolo. She is a little shy about it, but shyness is the failing of my family." "It is very jolly," Bob said. "I wish I could play an instrument." "We will see about it, in time, Bob. We want a French horn; but I don't see, at present, where you are to practice." "Has uncle ever been here?" Bob asked, late in the evening. "Yes, he came here the evening we got back from our fishing expedition. He wanted to see the place, before he finally settled about you coming here. My wife was a little afraid of him; but there was no occasion, and everything went off capitally--except that Sophy would not produce her piccolo. I walked back with him, till he came upon a hackney coach."He said as he got in, 'I have spent a most pleasant evening, Medlin. You are a very lucky fellow.'
"I went back to work the next morning, and we both dropt into the old groove; and nothing more was said until yesterday, when he informed me that you would come, today." "Oh, dear!" Bob said, as he started with the clerk, at eight o'clock on the following morning. "Now I am going to begin at that wretched counting house." "No, you are not, Bob. You are not coming in there, at present. When your uncle and I were talking--when we were fishing, you know--he said that he saw no use in your going in there, at present; and thought it would be quite time for you to learn how the books are kept, in another three or four years; and that, till then, you could go into the cellar. You will learn bottling, and packing, and blending, and something about the quality and value of wines. You will find it much more pleasant than being shut up in a counting house, making out bills and keeping ledgers." "A great deal," Bob said, joyfully. "I won't mind that at all." Bob observed a noticeable change in his companion's demeanour, when he arrived at the tree and, on passing the last garden, his face assumed a stolid expression; his brisk, springy walk settled down into a business pace; his words became few; and he was again a steady, and mechanical, clerk. A fortnight later, Bob was summoned to the counting house. "Mr. Bale wishes to see you," Mr. Medlin said. Bob entered, wondering what he was wanted for. "I received a subpoena, a week ago, Robert, for you to attend as a witness at Kingston tomorrow. These interruptions to business are very annoying. I did not mention it to you before for, if I had done so, you would be thinking of nothing else.
"This morning I have received a letter from Admiral Langton, requesting me to allow you to go down by the stage, this afternoon, and to sleep at his house. He will take you over, in the morning; and you will sleep there again, tomorrow night, and come back by the early stage.
"I trust that you will endeavour to curb your exuberance of spirits. This is a very grave matter, and anything like levity would be altogether out of place.
"The letter says that the stage leaves the Bell Tavern at four o'clock." Bob replied, gravely, that he would be there in time; and went off to his work again, until twelve o'clock. When he arrived at the admiral's, at a quarter to six, a lad in midshipman's uniform came rushing out into the hall. "Hulloa, Bob!" "Why, Jim!--but no, I suppose I ought to say Mr. James Sankey, to an officer of your importance. How comes it, sir, that you are so soon attired in His Majesty's uniform?" "I will punch your head, Bob, if you go on with that nonsense.
"But I say, isn't it jolly? The very afternoon after you left came down a big letter, with a tremendous seal; and therein I was informed that I was appointed to His Majesty's ship Brilliant, and was ordered to join immediately. Of course, I did not know what to do, so I came up here; and who do you think I found here? Captain Langton, the admiral's son, who is in command of the Brilliant.
"Of course, it was he who had got me the appointment. He was very kind, and told me that I could not join until after this trial; so that I could go down home, and stop there, till today; and the admiral sent me straight off, to be measured for my uniform. When I started, next day, he gave me a letter to my father--an awfully nice letter it was, saying that he intended to present me with my first outfit. I got here about an hour ago, and have been putting on my uniform, to see how it fitted." "You mean to see how you looked in it, Jim? It looks first rate. I wish I was in one too, and was going with you, instead of sticking in Philpot Lane." "I am awfully sorry for you, Bob. It must be beastly." "Well, it is not so bad as I expected, Jim, and uncle is turning out much better; and I don't live there, but with the head clerk, out at Hackney. He is an awfully jolly sort of fellow--you never saw such a rum chap. I will tell you all about it, afterwards.
"I suppose I ought to go in, and see the admiral." "He is out, at present, Bob. He will be back at eight o'clock to supper, so you can come up and tell me all about it. Captain Langton is here, too." Captain Langton spoke very kindly to Bob, when the two boys came down to supper; and told him that if, at any time, he changed his mind, and there was a vacancy for a midshipman on board his ship, he would give him the berth. "I should be very glad to have you with me," he said, "after the service you rendered my father and sister." On the following morning, Fullarton and Wharton came up from the school, and two carriages conveyed the witnesses over to Kingston. The prisoners, Bob heard, were notorious and desperate criminals, whom the authorities had long been anxious to lay hands on. The butler was one of the gang, and had obtained his post by means of a forged character. The trial only occupied two hours for, taken in the act as the men were, there was no defense whatever. All four were sentenced to be hung, and the judge warmly complimented the four boys upon their conduct in the matter. The next morning, Bob returned to his work in the city. For the next three months, his existence was a regular one. On arriving in the cellar, he took off his jacket and put on a large apron, that completely covered him; and from that time until five o'clock he worked with the other boys: bottling, packing, storing the bottles away in the bins, or taking them down as required. He learned, from the foreman, something of the localities from which the wine came, their value and prices; but had not begun to distinguish them by taste, or bouquet. Mr. Bale, the foreman said, had given strict orders that he was not to begin tasting, at present. Three days before Christmas, one of the clerks brought him down word that Mr. Bale wished to see him in the office, at five o'clock. During the three months he had scarcely spoken to his uncle. The latter had nodded to him, whenever he came into the cellar; and had regularly said, "Well, Robert, how are you getting on?" To which he had, as regularly, replied, "Very well, uncle." He supposed that the present meeting was for the purpose of inviting him to dine at Philpot Lane, on Christmas Day; and although he knew that he should enjoy the festivity more, at Hackney, he was prepared to accept it very willingly. "I have sent for you, Robert," Mr. Bale said, when he entered his office, "to say that your sister has written to ask me to go down to spend Christmas with her, at Portsmouth. As her husband's regiment is on the point of going abroad, I have decided on accepting her invitation and, for the same reason, I shall take you down with me. You will therefore have your box packed, tonight. I shall send down a cart to fetch it, tomorrow. You will sleep here tomorrow night, and we start the next morning." "Thank you very much, uncle," Bob said, in delight; and then, seeing that nothing further was expected of him, he ran off to join Mr. Medlin, who was waiting for him outside. "What do you think, Mr. Medlin? I am going down to spend Christmas at my sister's." "Ah!" the clerk said, in a dull unsympathetic voice. "Well, mind how you walk, Mr. Robert. It does not look well, coming out from a place of business as if you were rushing out of school." Bob knew well enough that it was no use, whatever, trying to get his companion to take any interest in matters unconnected with business, at present; so he dropped into his regular pace, and did not open his lips again, until they had passed the usual boundary. Then Mr. Medlin said, briskly, "So you are going down to your sister's, Bob!" "Yes, that will be first rate, won't it? Of course, I went down in the summer to Canterbury, and hardly expected to go again this year. As I have only been three months here, I did not even think of going.
"It will be the last holiday I shall have, for some time. You know Carrie said, when she wrote to me a month ago, that the regiment expected to be ordered abroad soon; and uncle said it is on the point of going, now.
"He is coming down with me." His voice fell a little, at this part of the announcement. "He is, eh? You think you will have to be on your best behaviour, Bob?" "Before you told me about him, Mr. Medlin, I should have thought it would quite spoil the holiday. But I do not feel it so bad, now." "He will be all right, Bob. You have never seen him outside the city, yet. Still, I shouldn't be up to any tricks with him, you know, if I were you--shouldn't put cobbler's wax on his pigtail, or anything of that sort." "As if I should think of such a thing, Mr. Medlin!" "Well, I don't know, Bob. You have made Jack pretty nearly as wild as you are, yourself. You are quite a scandal to the neighbourhood, you two. You nearly frightened those two ladies next door into fits, last week, by carrying in that snowman, and sticking it up in their garden, when you knew they were out. I thought they were both going to have fits, when they rushed in to tell me there was a ghost in their garden." "I believe you suggested it yourself, Mr. Medlin," Bob said, indignantly. "Besides, it served them right, for coming in to complain that we had thrown stones and broken their window, when we had done nothing of the sort." "It was rather lucky for you that they did so, Bob; for you see, we were all so indignant, then, that they didn't venture to accuse you of the snowman business--though I have no doubt they were convinced, in their own minds, that it was you. But that is only one out of twenty pranks that you and Jack have been up to." "Jack and I and someone else, Mr Medlin. We carry them out, but I think someone else always suggests them." "Not suggest, Bob--far from it. If I happen to say that it would be a most reprehensible thing if anyone were to do something, somehow or other that is the very thing that Jack and you do. It was only last week I said that it would be a very objectionable trick if anyone was to tie paper bands round the neck of the clergyman's black cat--who is always stealing our chickens--and to my surprise, the next morning, when we started for business, there was quite a crowd outside his house, watching the cat calmly sitting over the porch, with white bands round its neck. Now, that is an example of what I mean." "Quite so, Mr. Medlin, that is just what I meant, too; and it was much better than throwing stones at him. It is a savage beast, though it does look so demure; and scratched Jack's hand and mine, horribly, when we were tying on the bands." At the tree the others met them, and they laughed and chatted all the way back; the young ones expressing much regret, however, that Bob was to be away at Christmas. At the appointed time, Mr. Bale and Bob took their places on the coach. The latter felt a little oppressed; for his uncle had, the evening before, been putting him through a sort of examination as to the value of wines; and had been exceedingly severe when Bob had not acquitted himself to his satisfaction, but had mixed up Malaga with Madeira, and had stated that a French wine was grown near Cadiz. "I expect I shall know them better when I get to taste them," Bob had urged, in excuse. "When you don't know anything about the wines, it is very difficult to take an interest in them. It is like learning that a town in India is on the Ganges. You don't care anything about the town, and you don't care anything about the Ganges; and you are sure to mix it up, next time, with some other town on some other river." "If those are your ideas, Robert, I think you had better go to bed," Mr. Bale had said, sternly; and Bob had gone to bed, and had thought what a nuisance it was that his uncle was going down to Portsmouth, just when he wanted to be jolly with Carrie and her husband for the last time. Little had been said at breakfast, and it was not until the coach was rattling along the high road, and the last house had been left behind him, that Bob's spirits began to rise. There had been a thaw, a few days before, and the snow had disappeared; but it was now freezing sharply again. "The air is brisk. Do you feel it cold, Robert?" Mr. Bale said, breaking silence for the first time. "I feel cold about the toes, and about the ears and nose, uncle," Bob said, "but I am not very likely to feel cold, anywhere else." His uncle looked down at the boy, who was wedged in between him and a stout woman. "Well, no," he agreed; "you are pretty closely packed. You had better pull that muffler over your ears more. It was rather different weather when you went down to Canterbury in the summer." "That it was," Bob replied, heartily. "It was hot and dusty, just; and there were a man and woman, sitting opposite, who kept on drinking out of a bottle, every five minutes. She had a baby with her, too, who screamed almost all the way. I consider I saved that baby's life." "How was that, Robert?" "Well you see, uncle, they had finished their bottle by the time we got to Sevenoaks; and we all got down for dinner there and, before we sat down, the man went to the bar and got it filled up again. A pint of gin, filled up with water--I heard him order it. He put it in the pocket of his coat, and hung the coat up on a peg when he sat down to dinner. "I was not long over my dinner, and finished before they did; and I took the bottle out, and ran out to the yard and emptied it, and filled it up with water, and put it back in the pocket again, without his noticing it. "You should have seen what a rage he was in, when he took his first sip from the bottle, after we had started. He thought the man at the inn had played him a trick, and he stood up and shouted to the coachman to turn back again; but of course he wasn't going to do that, and every one laughed--except the woman. I think she had had more than was good for her, already, and she cried for about an hour. "The next two places where we changed horses, we did it so quick that the man hadn't time to get down. The third place he did and, though the guard said we shouldn't stop a minute, he went into the public house. The guard shouted, but he didn't come out, and off we went without him. Then he came out running, and waving his arms, but the coachman wouldn't stop. The woman got down, with the child, at the next place we changed horses; and I suppose they went on next day and, if they started sober, they did perhaps get to Dover all right." "That was a very nasty trick," the woman, who was sitting next to Bob, said sharply. Bob had noticed that she had already opened a basket on her lap, and had partaken of liquid refreshment. "But you see, I saved the baby, ma'am," Bob said, humbly. "The woman was sitting at the end and, if she had taken her share of the second bottle, the chances are she would have dropped the baby. It was a question of saving life, you see." Bob felt a sudden convulsion in his uncle's figure. "It is all very well to talk in that way," the woman said, angrily. "It was just a piece of impudence, and you ought to have been flogged for it. I have no patience with such impudent doings. A wasting of good liquor, too." "I don't think, madam," Mr. Bale said, "it was as much wasted as it would have been, had they swallowed it; for at least it did no harm. I cannot see myself why, because people get outside a coach, they should consider it necessary to turn themselves into hogs." "I will trouble you to keep your insinuations to yourself," the woman said, in great indignation. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, at your age, encouraging a boy in such ways. There is them as can stand the cold, and there's them as can't; and a little good liquor helps them, wonderful. I am sick, myself." And she defiantly took out her bottle from her basket, and applied it to her lips. "I was not speaking personally, my good woman," Mr. Bale said. "I would have you to know," the woman snapped, "that I ain't your good woman. I wouldn't demean myself to the like. I will ask this company if it is right as a unprotected female should be insulted, on the outside of one of His Majesty's mails?" The other passengers, who had been struggling with their laughter, endeavoured to pacify her with the assurance that no insult had been meant; and as Mr. Bale made no reply, she subsided into silence, grumbling occasionally to herself. "I am a-going down," she broke out, presently, "to meet my husband, and I don't mind who knows it. He is a warrant officer, he is, on board the Latona, as came in last week with two prizes. There ain't nothing to be ashamed of, in that.
"And I will thank you, boy," she said, turning sharply upon Bob, "not to be a-scrouging me so. I pay for my place, I do." "I think you ought to pay for two places," Bob said. "I am sure you have got twice as much room as I have. And if there is any scrouging, it isn't me." "Would you have any objection, sir," the woman said majestically, to a man sitting on the other side of her, "to change places with me? I ain't a-going to bear no longer with the insults of this boy, and of the person as calls himself a man, a-sitting next to him." The change was effected, to Bob's great satisfaction.
THE GALLANT MYSTERY
SCOTT AND SANDY inTHE GALLANT MYSTERY
CHAPTER 12
THE ASSSSIN [part 2]
copyright 2008 by Glenn Davis
The next day found Scott and Sandy a few doors down from Mr. Rillian's apartment. They were leaning against the wall while they talked in low voices. There was plenty of traffic down the hall and many of the Gallant's personnel lived in this section. No one paid any attention to them. Being two kids quietly minding their own business was almost as good as being invisible.
It didn't take look for Scott and Sandy to get bored, though. Hours passed with no one come in or going out of Rillian's apartment, but still they were determined to keep watch as long as they could. Scott began to wish they had told Dick and Janna about their plan. At least that way they could have taken turns watching.
Sandy was about to suggest they take turns going to a near-by fast food restaurant when the door to Rillian's apartment opened. Scott had his back to the door. Sandy was partially hidden by his body. As she glanced past him she saw Mr. Brestorm step out. So they had been right! She quickly turned her eyes to Scott and began talking hoping they wouldn't be noticed.
Mr. Brestorm glanced down the hall in their direction and then started walking to the ElLift in the opposite direction. He was wearing the same security uniform but Sandy noticed something else.
"He's got a different gun and holster on," whispered Sandy. "It's just like the one he wore on Vauf IV. Does that mean what I think it means?"
Scott nodded. "He's going to do it now. There's no time to call security, but time we explained everything it would be too late. We've got to warn the Captain."
Scott and Sandy began heading toward the ElLift. Mr. Brestorm stepped in one and was gone. Scott and and Sandy stepped into the next one and Scott said,"Same destination as the last ElLift." He had no clue if it would work or not. It seem to work for they were zipping through the Gallant. When the doors opened, they saw Mr. Brestorm's back going around a corner.
"Is this the level Captain Danson lives on?" asked Sandy.
"Yes. What better place to kill Captain Danson than in his own apartment. Let's hope he's not in right now."
Scott and Sandy proceeded quickly but cautiously toward where they knew Captain Danson's apartment was. They went around the last corner and were shocked to see Dick standing in front of Captain Danson's door.
"What are you doing here?" asked Scott in astonishment.
"Well, I heard your Dad telling my Dad that Mr. Brestorm might still be alive so I figured that if he was he would end up here sooner or later. Mr. Brestorm just went in. Janna's gone to call security."
"If the Captain's already in there he'll kill him before security gets here!" exclaimed Sandy.
"Relax. Captain Danson left a couple of hours ago. He's probably in his office or on the bridge. Mr. Brestorm is just setting a trap and he's about to get caught in it."
"Something doesn't feel right," said Sandy. "There's something we're missing. I think someone is in terrible danger...now."
"Dick makes sense," said Scott, "but I know your feelings are often right, too." He paused.
"Dick, you're smart. Can you fix it so that the doorbell doesn't sound when I open the door?"
"Yeah, that's easy. But if you're thinking of going in there you're crazier than I am."
"Just do it...quickly."
Dick shrugged. He pulled out his pocket knife with the mini electric screwdriver on one end. Quickly he unscrewed the panel around the door buzzer. Then he cut one of the wires.
"No doorbell now. I wonder what you get charged with for vandalizing the Captain's doorbell?"
"Stand back," commanded Scott. He opened the door and quietly slid into the room. Sandy and Dick stepped in behind him before the door slid shut. Scott wan't happy about that but there wasn't anything he could do about it.
They were standing in the entrance way. In front of them the hall which had three door leading off of it and which ended in the kitchen. To the left was a hall that went into the rest of the apartment.
Down that second hall trailed two voices. One was Mr. Brestorm's, the other voice they didn't recognize.
"You should have known better than to talk about the United Raiders," came Mr. Brestorm's voice.
"I...I...haven't," said trembling voice.
"You were going to and that's the same thing."
All thee listeners realized they were only seconds away from witnessing a murder. Scott poked his head around the doorway. Mr. Brestorm was standing on the far edge of a small mat with his back toward the door. In front of him as a slender man whose skin had turned a slight shade of green, which was the normal colour of a scared Faravian.
Mr. Brestorm noticed the man's eyes were looking at something behind him. Whirling around he saw Scott.
"All of you get in here," he commanded.
Mr. Brestorm did not seem surprised when Sandy and Dick stepped in behind Scott. "Where's the other girl?" he demanded.
"She's not with us today," answered Scott.
Mr. Brestorm's dark, cold eys bore into him. "You kids have been nothing but trouble. I'm going to..."
Sandy stumbled forward and appeared to faint. It wasn't like Sandy to faint even when she was scared. In a flash Scott knew what Sandy's plan was. He quickly bent by her side, resting his hand on the edge of the rug. Suddenly he grabbed the rug and tugged with all his might. He went tumbled backward and Mr. Brestorm's feet flew out from under him.
Dick, always one for quick thinking, did not lose the opportunity. He sprang across the room landing on Mr. Brestorm's stomach and tried to reach his gun hand. As they were struggling two security men rushed in. Janna was right behind them. Quickly they separated the two and the struggle was over. A few minutes later Captain Danson arrived with more security men. Mr. Brestorm was hauled way to the brig.
"Those kids saved my life," said the Faravain which skin had turned by to it's normal light purple colour.
"They have done quite a lot of things," replied Captain Danson.
"I don't understand," said Sandy, "I thought he was coming to kill you."
"No," answered Captain Danson, "He was after Mr. Jeran all the time. He just didn't know where we were hiding him. Mr. Jeran is going to testify at a trial of one of the United Raider's leaders on Rewer. We were supposed to deliver him there safely. Thank to you four, we can do that now."
"What did my Dad have to do with it?" asked Dick.
"You haven't figured that out yet?" said Janna in her irritating superior voice. "Are you ever slow."
"You don't know either!"
"It's simple. They framed Dad so security would be busy investigating him and trying to track down a spy ring that they wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary with anything else."
"I believe your sister is right," said Captain Danson smiling.
"There's a first time for everything," snorted Dick. "It must have been Mr. Brestorm who made the explosion killing his accomplices."
"Yes, when security started digging around Mr. Rillian's activities, he couldn't afford to have him and the others around."
"I'm glad its really over," said Sandy.
"You four are really smart, and we owe a lot to you, but, please, try and stay out of adventures in the future," said Captain Danson with a wink at Sandy.
"But we were just getting good at them," laughed Scott,
Scott and Sandy will return in another adventure - but not just yet. Next week we start a whole new adventure as Peter and Janet are kidnapped by United Raiders and hurled into many exciting adventures in Star Action.