It was a lively crew that spent the warm spring evening above decks on the Nemo as she worked her way steadily on her course toward Martha's Vineyard, off the New England coast. By morning they would have arrived at their destination—ready for the adventure!
A sense of eager expectancy pervaded the snug little "sub." Although Captain Austin had not shared his confidences broadcast as he had with his new divers the men seemed to divine that they were out for real business this time. They were for the most part singing merrily and glad to be in on the big game of treasure hunting.
"Tomorrow morning we'll be back at the old stunt again," mused Dick. "Rocked in the cradle of the deep."
"Hope we get the first peep at the poor old Dominion," said Jay. Although this was a dangerous calling the two navy veterans had come to look upon it by now as any other ordinary duty.
"Only thing I don't like about this outfit is that fellow Weddigen," reflected Jay.
"You mean the fellow you punched on the jaw?" Jay nodded.
"Well, just let him start something and we'll show him where he's at," snapped Larry Seymour, who had just strolled up.
"Yes, I reckon we can take care of that gent if he is inclined to get frisky," remarked Dick meaningly, convinced in his own mind that Weddigen was some kind of a tough customer who was playing his own little game in this adventure.