"Please make ready," he said to the officer in charge.
"What's up, Tom?" asked Ned, as his chum gathered up the papers
on which he had been figuring on an improvised table set under an
awning on deck.
"Some craft is coming, and I'd just as soon she wouldn't sight
us," was the answer.
"You mean she might interfere with our search for the treasure-
ship?"
"Not exactly. But she might want to start a search on her own
account, and there's no use of giving our presence away, or
letting them guess at what might be right conclusions as to the
location of the Pandora."
"But, Tom, no one knows of the wreck! At least, no one is
supposed to but our party and--"
"Hardley. Exactly!" exclaimed Tom, as he saw his chum about to
utter the name.
"And you think he is coming?"
"I shouldn't be a bit surprised. Anyhow, it's just as easy for
us to submerge and let them do their own guessing. I was going
down soon, anyhow, and another hour won't make any difference.
Here, take a look, if you like."
Ned peered through the glasses, but his eyes not being trained
in sea interpretation, as were Tom's, he could make out nothing
but a black smudge, now larger and darker.
Pages:
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218