The raps recommenced without hesitation.
“y-o-u-r a-n-c-h-o-r f-i-x-e-d- i-n u-p-p-e-r w-o-r-k-s”
Lyngstrand uttered an ejaculation of awed astonishment. He looked to see the sweat pearling on Captain Horst’s forehead.
The raps spelled out, spontaneously, an explanatory afterward.
“w-e l-e-d y-o-u t-o i-t”
“We?” queried Jensen. “Who are ‘we’?”
“t-h-e d-r-o-w-n-e-d” The raps were decisive.
“Why?” Lyngstrand admired his comrade’s steely self-control. “Why did you lead us to it?”
“h-e c-a-n g-u-e-s-s”