Rick looked at Scotty. "Dive at the wreck?"
"Sure. Frogmen or no frogmen, there's still a golden statue of St. Francis somewhere down there."
After lunch the boys checked their equipment, being particularly careful because they had not rinsed out the regulators with fresh water after every dive. Their small supply of water, coupled with the odd hours at which the equipment had been used, was the reason. They took a little water from their supply and used it to clean the regulators. The rest of the equipment would just have to wait.
Tony departed for his Indian midden, tools slung over his shoulder. The boys started the compressor to fill the tanks used the previous night, then untied the Water Witch and headed for the diving area. Scotty scanned the frogmen's house through the glasses, but saw nothing of interest.
They anchored just outside the reef and looked for their buoy. It was gone, probably torn away by the storm.
"We can find the wreck again," Rick said. "No trouble. I could find my way around here in the dark." He grinned. "I have!"
"Shall we take a look in the octopus cave too?"
"A quick one. I doubt that we'd see more than we saw last night. Our job now is finding out what kind of information the frogmen get. And I don't know how we'll do that."
"Wait for a break," Scotty replied. "Come on. Let's get into the water."
It was cold. The storm had blown in colder water from the open sea. Rick felt goose flesh and wished they had brought along midseason suits.