“Yes.”
The word was no sooner uttered than Aleck slipped down into the water and began to swim, with the rope being carefully paid out by his comrade, and in a minute he was fairly started. He was at first invisible, but very soon began to look like a black object making its way over a surface that grew transparent.
Then all at once the rope ceased to run.
“What is it?” cried the middy, anxiously.
“Got to the rock.”
“Is the water deep?”
“Very.”
“Well, get up, ready for your dive.”
“It’s all seaweed, and horribly slippery.”
“Never mind; up with you.”