beach

below the level

himself growing lighter, he suddenly began to absorb nourishment again at a very satisfactory rate.
“That did it, I guess,” Cusat said, pleased. He glanced at the small pile of filets they’d sliced off. “Might as well have a barbecue now.”
“Run along and get it started,” Grevan suggested. “I’ll be with you as soon as I get Albert buttoned up.”
Klim regarded Muscles reflectively. “Just nudge my genius awake when you’re ready to come,” she ­instructed Grevan. “He looks so happy right now I don’t want to disturb him.”

It was some minutes later, while Grevan was carefully tightening down a seal valve, that Muscles suddenly yawned and announced, “Thirty-seven point oh two four hours! Checks either way, all right, boss. Say—where’s Klim gone?”
“Down to the beach, I suppose.” Grevan didn’t look up. He could find out later what Muscles was referring to. “Drowned dead by now, for all you seem to care!” he added cruelly.
Muscles left in the perturbed hurry that was his normal reaction to the discovery that Klim had strayed out of sight, and Grevan continued buttoning up r