Chapter Twenty-Seven

When Melanie saw Don's face, it was all she could do not to jump straight into his arms. Instead, she calmly took hold of his outstretched hand, climbed out of the sub and onto the deck of the speedboat.

"How did you find us?"

She said, once she was safely on his boat.

"I followed the signal from your communicator pen. Once I saw the sub surface, I hit the gas, so to speak."

"Just like my knight in shining armor on the white horse I dreamed about, only your white horse is a white speed boat."

"Horses don't do that well on a lake, don't cha know," Don laughed. "I'd love to hear the rest of that dream, Mel, but right now I have a big fish to pull out of that little submarine."

Don reached into the hatch for Wyatt's hand, but Wyatt didn't move.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Mr. U.N.C.L.E. agent," Wyatt said.

"That's fine with me. I'm more than happy to leave you here to wait for your friends to catch up with you."

Don p