The place smells—oh, let's see—about like the locker room in a gym.
All this, with some oil painting and free-fall workouts in the gym, passed the time.
Gym work back in Annapolis stood in good stead at that moment.
"The fellow who built this gym knew what he was doing," declared Steve approvingly.
Down the easy slope, from the top of the knoll where the gym.
His jaw ...