"Suppose I try it at the seventh pile, counting from the inside end?"
"Well, that's an idea. Suppose you do."
Pow Chow now counted the piles from the other end.
No. 7 figured this way came in an entirely different spot.
Rested now, Ed dove again.
At last he came up out of the water, swam to the standing ladder, and holding on, called:
"Well, there is something there!"
"Good! Good!" cried the Chinaman, greatly excited. "Is it a tin case?"
"I think so. It's metal of some kind."
"Why didn't you bring it up?"