“No, Mr. Mahenili, no sign of the poor fellow who went down with her.”
Biff had returned.
“Will this do?” He held up a metal bar, about three-quarters of an inch thick and thirty inches long. It was used to turn the engine over if its electric starter didn’t work.
“Just the thing.” Sammy reached up for it. “Well, here I go again. Maybe I’ll have better luck this time.” The diver submerged again.
All had been so interested in the diver’s activities and report that they hadn’t noticed the Black Falcon. It was Li who spotted Perez Soto’s boat.
“Look, Dad,” he called out.
The Black Falcon had left its anchorage and moved over until it was only two hundred feet from the Easy Action. Perez Soto was watching every action aboard the yawl.
“Say one thing for that man,” Tom Brewster said. “He doesn’t give up until the final chance is gone. If he sees us bring up that metal box, he’ll still try to get it away from us somehow.”
“I don’t think he will,” Hank Mahenili said.
“What do you mean?” Biff asked.