“Never,” answered Sam. “I should like to.”
“You will have the opportunity very soon.”
“I think the boat is coming over there now, sir,” added Dan, addressing the ensign.
“Cast the lead line over and see if you can locate the mine, lads.”
They could not. In a short time the boat with the diver and diving apparatus pulled up and began getting ready for work.
“Look,” whispered Dan.
The diver was none other than Bill Kester, his face swathed in plaster, his eyes scowling menacingly as he recognized the Battleship Boys.
CHAPTER XXII—BURIED THREE FATHOMS DEEP
“Where does she lay, sir?” questioned the assistant who had come with the diver and his apparatus.
“As near as we could determine the mine should be about fifteen yards to the southwest of us. Bring your boat around to leeward and make a sounding. We did not dare move over for fear of losing our location entirely.”