"Get them!" Ned said, quietly.
"They are—"
"Get them," came again from the boy's lips.
Again Babcock went into the submarine, now rapidly filling with water. He returned dripping with sea water, holding in his hand a water-tight tin box which was secured by a brass padlock.
"You now have everything I held concerning the mission of the boat and the disposition of the gold," he said. "I suppose I may get out of the water now?"
Ned stepped aside and Babcock passed over to the Sea Lion. Ned attached a buoy to the tower of the Shark and cut loose from her.
"We'll let some of Uncle Sam's boats pick her up," he said. "I'm for
Hongkong with these papers."
The five sailors were not locked up, but were given the run of the cabin, the machine room only being closed against them.
"I'm not going to have them mixing things down here," Jack, who was in charge that day, said.
Babcock, however, was locked up with Captain Moore. When the door closed on the two men the boys heard them both talking at the same time, and their language was not at all complimentary to each other.