Dick surveyed his chum for a moment, looking full in his eyes.
"On the level?" he queried rather incredulously.
"Nothing would strike me better—action for mine," snapped Jay. "Holy smoke! think of the chance to stock up on some big coin! If a fellow got in right he could lay away enough to finish at Brighton and go on to college. I'd go in a minute if the chance developed."
Like a flash the whole picture opened up to Dick—an opportunity to use the experience they had gained in the Navy to rake in some good honest "kale" during the summer recess.
"Dad burn it! Hanged if I wouldn't go in myself," came his convincing reply as he thrust his arm into the arm of his chum and set off across decks in answer to the evening mess call.
The chance to reclaim lost treasure measured in millions from the very bottom of the sea—something that Jules Verne had only pictured.
CHAPTER II "Down with the Reds!"
"COME on, Fismes, old boy; you've been with us in more than one pinch and saw us safely through," called Jay a few mornings later to the famous dog of war that he and Dick Monaghan had brought home with them from the North Sea.