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Holt had spotted them.
He pointed a thick finger in their direction. "Game on!" he bellowed over the crashing surf."What do you think they want?" Dan asked.
"Besides to drown us?""Hamilton wo uldn't," Amy said uncertainly.
They had struck up a temporary alliance with Hamilton Holt in Russia. They'd even shared a Clue with him.
But that didn't mean they were friends."The Hammer is scared of his daddy," Dan said. "I'm scared of his daddy.
You can't show fear to a Holt, though. They smell fear, and it tastes like chicken." He smacked the surface of the water. "Bring it on!" he yelled back at Eisenhower.
Eisenhower flopped onto his board awkwardly, but as he began to paddle through the surf, he moved powerfully fast.
"You owe us!" he yelled. "You sent us to Siberia . That wasn't fun! Now we need some answers."
"We gave you a clue!" Amy shouted."Big deal! We would have found it anyway!"
"Dream on!" Dan yelled. "You couldn't find a clue if it bit you on the nose and hung on until Thursday!"Eisenhower beckoned to his family.
"Hit the waves, crew!" Reagan and her twin sister, Madison, jumped on their boards and began to paddle. Mary-Todd followed more slowly, eyeing the breaking surf.
Hamilton brought up the rear."What should we do?" Amy bit her lip."Catch the next wave," Dan said. "C'mon!"They flipped over on their boogie boards and looked behind. A set of waves was approaching, and they paddled hard.
But they couldn't get up enough momentum. The first wave picked them up, but they ended up sliding over the lip instead of being
carried toward the beach.
Eisenhower Holt emerged through the breaking wave, his powerful arms propelling him toward them. Within seconds, he had smashed his board into Dan's.
Dan felt himself flying off and hitting the water. When he came up for air, Eisenhower's big hand was on his head. Dan felt himself going under again.
He came up sputtering."Stop it!" Amy shouted. She threw herself off her board and began pounding on Eisenhower's leg. "He has asthma!"
Amy might have been a delicate frond of seaweed brushing his leg for all the attention he gave her pounding fists. Eisenhower ducked Dan again.
Dan felt his lungs squeezing. When he came up, he hung on to Eisenhower's board and panted. His own board floated nearby.
Eisenhower held his meaty palm over Dan's head. "Give me a hint or he goes under."They had drifted down the beach and were closer to the big sets rolling in. A wave was forming."Dive," Dan said to Amy.
"Dive?" Eisenhower asked. "What kind of a hint is-"Dan and Amy dived. The last thing they heard was Mary-Todd screaming, "Honey, watch-- "Dan felt the powerful pull of the wave, but he was deep enough to escape it. He came up, taking a breath. Amy emerged next to him, treading water.
Eisenhower hadn' t had time to maneuver himself or dive. The wave smacked into him and took him, his surfboard flying in the air. They only saw flashes of bright yellow as he tumbled. A lifeguard stood up with binoculars, watching.
Eisenhower ended up on the beach, his face in the sand. Mary-Todd had caught the wave in, and she hurried toward him. Eisenhower got up, red with anger. He shook off Mary-Todd's arm, struggled back to his board, and charged back into the surf.
All the Holts began to power-paddle their way out to the breakers again. They moved like sharks, slicing through the water with grace and speed.
Shep paddled up to Amy and Dan, towing their boogie boards. "He got caught in the rinse cycle, all right. Deserved it, too. Does he think it's funny to dunk a kid? Friend of yours?""A really obnoxious family we met on the plane," Amy said. "Think you and your friends can out-maneuver them?"
"Seriously?" Shep said.The rest of his surfing buddies came near as Shep gave a whistle. They paddled over in quick strokes.
"My rellies have a slight problem with those yellow tourists over there," Shep said. "They're trying to horn in on our territory, for one. And they're a bit nasty, to
He pointed a thick finger in their direction. "Game on!" he bellowed over the crashing surf."What do you think they want?" Dan asked.
"Besides to drown us?""Hamilton wo uldn't," Amy said uncertainly.
They had struck up a temporary alliance with Hamilton Holt in Russia. They'd even shared a Clue with him.
But that didn't mean they were friends."The Hammer is scared of his daddy," Dan said. "I'm scared of his daddy.
You can't show fear to a Holt, though. They smell fear, and it tastes like chicken." He smacked the surface of the water. "Bring it on!" he yelled back at Eisenhower.
Eisenhower flopped onto his board awkwardly, but as he began to paddle through the surf, he moved powerfully fast.
"You owe us!" he yelled. "You sent us to Siberia . That wasn't fun! Now we need some answers."
"We gave you a clue!" Amy shouted."Big deal! We would have found it anyway!"
"Dream on!" Dan yelled. "You couldn't find a clue if it bit you on the nose and hung on until Thursday!"Eisenhower beckoned to his family.
"Hit the waves, crew!" Reagan and her twin sister, Madison, jumped on their boards and began to paddle. Mary-Todd followed more slowly, eyeing the breaking surf.
Hamilton brought up the rear."What should we do?" Amy bit her lip."Catch the next wave," Dan said. "C'mon!"They flipped over on their boogie boards and looked behind. A set of waves was approaching, and they paddled hard.
But they couldn't get up enough momentum. The first wave picked them up, but they ended up sliding over the lip instead of being
carried toward the beach.
Eisenhower Holt emerged through the breaking wave, his powerful arms propelling him toward them. Within seconds, he had smashed his board into Dan's.
Dan felt himself flying off and hitting the water. When he came up for air, Eisenhower's big hand was on his head. Dan felt himself going under again.
He came up sputtering."Stop it!" Amy shouted. She threw herself off her board and began pounding on Eisenhower's leg. "He has asthma!"
Amy might have been a delicate frond of seaweed brushing his leg for all the attention he gave her pounding fists. Eisenhower ducked Dan again.
Dan felt his lungs squeezing. When he came up, he hung on to Eisenhower's board and panted. His own board floated nearby.
Eisenhower held his meaty palm over Dan's head. "Give me a hint or he goes under."They had drifted down the beach and were closer to the big sets rolling in. A wave was forming."Dive," Dan said to Amy.
"Dive?" Eisenhower asked. "What kind of a hint is-"Dan and Amy dived. The last thing they heard was Mary-Todd screaming, "Honey, watch-- "Dan felt the powerful pull of the wave, but he was deep enough to escape it. He came up, taking a breath. Amy emerged next to him, treading water.
Eisenhower hadn' t had time to maneuver himself or dive. The wave smacked into him and took him, his surfboard flying in the air. They only saw flashes of bright yellow as he tumbled. A lifeguard stood up with binoculars, watching.
Eisenhower ended up on the beach, his face in the sand. Mary-Todd had caught the wave in, and she hurried toward him. Eisenhower got up, red with anger. He shook off Mary-Todd's arm, struggled back to his board, and charged back into the surf.
All the Holts began to power-paddle their way out to the breakers again. They moved like sharks, slicing through the water with grace and speed.
Shep paddled up to Amy and Dan, towing their boogie boards. "He got caught in the rinse cycle, all right. Deserved it, too. Does he think it's funny to dunk a kid? Friend of yours?""A really obnoxious family we met on the plane," Amy said. "Think you and your friends can out-maneuver them?"
"Seriously?" Shep said.The rest of his surfing buddies came near as Shep gave a whistle. They paddled over in quick strokes.
"My rellies have a slight problem with those yellow tourists over there," Shep said. "They're trying to horn in on our territory, for one. And they're a bit nasty, to
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