“He’s found the mine, sir,” called the diver’s assistant.
“Very good. Davis, signal the ship that we have located the mine.”
Dan stood up, flashing the message through with a few swift dips of the signal flag. Sam wondered how they knew the man, Kester, had found what he was in search of. What he did not know was that the men in the other boat were able to hold a limited conversation with the diver by means of a signal rope, certain jerks meaning certain words or questions.
“The mine is secured, sir,” called the assistant.
This meant that the diver had succeeded in making fast to the lost mine one of the ropes that he had taken down with him.
“Shall we raise the mine first before getting Kester up, sir?”
“By all means. He has not asked to be brought up, has he?”
“No, sir.”
“Haul away, then, lads.”
A warning signal was sent to the man below, after which the assistants in the boat began pulling and tugging at the rope attached to the mine.