They are strong enough, not only
to sweep a wreck away from the place where it may have settled,
but they may cover it with sand, and then it is hopeless to try
to dig it out. So We've got to go soon, if we go at all."
"Well, I'm with you!" exclaimed Ned. "Hello! here's some one
looking for you, I guess," he added, as a boy came hurrying down
to the dock from the temporary office Tom had set up there.
"You're wanted on the telephone, Mr. Swift," said the
messenger. "It's important, too."
"All right. I'll come at once," was the answer. "Hope it isn't
bad news," mused Ned, as his chum hurried on in advance. "Maybe
Hardley has found out he hasn't a right to search for that sunken
gold after all. That would be too bad for Mr. Damon!"
CHAPTER VI
MARY'S ODD STORY
"HELLO! Hello! Yes, this is Tom Swift. What's that? You've had
an accident? Great Scott, Mary! I hope you aren't hurt."
Ned overheard these words as he stood outside the temporary
office, from inside which Tom Swift was telephoning.
"There's been an accident!" thought the financial manager.
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