“What have you found now?” questioned Ned, obeying the request.
“Here’s this chap, and he’s making all sorts of signals!”
“That’s funny!” puzzled Ned. “Can you make out what he wants?”
“He’s making his hands go in the strangest way! I’m sure I can’t interpret such motions unless he wants us to turn around while he places a bomb or something close enough to blow us out of the water.”
“I know what he wants!” shouted Harry, who had been closely observing the stranger’s repetition of the strange motions. “He wants us to open the valve leading from that sea cock where he has been working!”
“Fine business!” scorned Jimmie. “Open up the sea cock and let the ocean come running all over our nice carpets! I guess not!”
“I’m going to try it, anyway!” declared Harry. “If a little water does come in, the pumps will take care of it before it becomes dangerous. At least, it’s well worth trying!”
“Go ahead, then, but don’t blame me if anything happens!”
Harry moved to the vicinity of the spot where the stranger had been occupied but a few moments before. Jimmie was at the porthole.