"Could Orvil have put the finger on us?" Scotty questioned.
Rick shrugged. "I don't want to think so, and I don't. But I have to admit it's possible."
"If he's in with them, they'll be diving for the 'what's-it' at first light."
Rick glanced at the eastern sky. It was beginning to glow with the first hint of daylight. "That's not long from now."
"How are we going to recover it first?"
Again Rick shrugged. "There's only one way. Go in and get it."
"Under those guns?"
"A diver on the bottom isn't in danger from the guns. I could find the thing again without going into the shallows. That's what made us targets before, because we took the easy way to locate the fish line by going into the shallows near where I tied the line."
"Let's see your tank," Scotty whispered.
Rick unsnapped his harness release and swung the tank around. Their probing fingers soon identified where the bullet had glanced off. There was a dent, coated with silvery metal.